Liquid Massage

By Nikki Quismondo

the floor opens a reflexology
of foreplay
it all starts from the first touch
opened palm full of massage cream
in the summer, it is cool against the skin
the feet remember every inch
the white walls are the balcony of the sunlight audience
our bodies become opera singers
my feet becomes a ballerina upon your firm rising
the curtains unfold
the blankets lay useless
the skin against skin lubricates into a fanatical
release of passion
together, a symphonic rock band thickens inch by inch
into the daylight
just out of the pool,
onto the sheets
the feeling of something new
and everlasting!