oil rubbed flames
I trust the hands moving from buttocks to back.
Legs, arms, neck, rocked, and released.
I trust like my dog trusts in his dream,
hot sun warming his black fur
he moves from side to back
"rub my belly" his open legs demand.
Hands swirled on my belly now.
Strong sure hands on my shoulders
break the shell: unscramble memories,
the source of my knowing.
Copyright 2000 Susan Reddington