Shoulder.

you
rub on
my shoulder
caress my neck
offer words & I push your hand― you look

in
surprise
& disbelief.
I shake my head, because you don't realize 

you
have not
the slightest clue
but think that by you rubbing my shoulder

&
gently
caressing my
neck and offering words it is the best

you
can do
when it is so
much deeper than just love―to make this work.

Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2004

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