Cupping Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cupping

On bed top, under sheet
Small hands of Chinese
Kept working over me.

Had to keep our distance
Considered wearing masks.

I let her be the boss
By closing both eyes.

She was all over me
I let her feel free.

Slapped me but softly:
"Awakens Haemoglobin! "

In times I listened and
In time, I kept thinking.

Saw differed an expert
From young dreamer…

She talked of her manner,
Cupping and Acupuncture
And using Chinese herbs.

I thought of older days
And blood transfer
As well as natural herbs.

Frankly, in times too
Thought of the Japanese
Massaging as porno…

Constantly my eyes tight
She asked: "Turn around."

Now, after she used cup,
I have turned to giraffe,
No more with the flame,
Moderns have air suckers.