Kneading You Poem by Jerry Buckley

Kneading you, again and anon.
Prodding and plying your defenses
with friction, with lubricant and pressure.
Wistful to compel your falling listless;
a sort of Raggedy Ann embracing Valium.

'The other side, please'.
Again it's a left-brain treatment;
the mercy seat of torque and tension
resides beside residual resentments.
A major source of a minor irration.

I'm jealous then, of the gnarly knots,
cinched around about you like a noose -
affixed themselves, so much closer to you,
than I, from where I've set myself so loose.
Hugging you like a ring you can't pry off

'... as long as we both shall live'.

'Voice of One' @ Jerry Buckley