Oak fire
smooth sheet
friction touch
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
paws twitching —
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