The Moist And Moving Foot Massage Poem by Chuy Amante

All ten of my lovers await me
I fondle them passionately
well lubed we are
playful
I push on deeper,
valleys and arches
territory littered with aridness
a bony place to be pushing on
up the newest mountain
the color of the seasons change
no matter, white, brown, black and beyond
all perfect, happy when rubbed well
with tenderness, balm
an anointing
feel
us
I push deep, onward up
deep are the muscles of
those long-time travelers
sore and passionate
are their scars
tensions, bruises, pleasure points
pressure points, joints
sychronosis, symbiosis spinmeclosest
to your field and forest
of lust and creation
pain and elation
a belly full of laughs
ribs that make paths
to both halves
of your chest
of treasures
gold coins
smile
at
me
pulling muscles, flesh, sinew outward
like wings stretching pulling us upward
for neck work
necking,
facial touch
held sincerity
do you feel worshipped?
let me whisper my secrets
into the mouth of living~
Respiration
gyration
salivation
a life flirtation
with a destiny
to be me
free
outside of the judgment of world
giving you the massage of unconditional love
for all, all of you, all of it, all of all
always starting with a foot rub
let's remove our shoes for we stand
on holy ground
well grounded
in truth
love
equality