The warmth picks its spot,
Carefully centres its cross hairs,
And squeezes on the trigger
Gradually the pressure builds
And joyfully radiates
From this central bull’s-eye.
Massaging the tender
Muscle, it coaxes it to
Relax and begin to smile.
I pulled something in my back a couple of days ago. I’ve no idea when or how, it just suddenly was! Sitting by the inside pool, however, the sun performs wonderful therapy.
(07.11.24)
© Ben Quant 2024
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