On my back on the table in this your calm room you caress my ankles and will my body tributaries to rise up and meridians to exhale Your knowledge like pulling taffy with buttered hands Your strength redirects my body’s river which you lift and stretch Then you place a wafer of a small white pillow over my eyes that I might entirely succumb to your warm hands draping like weighted blankets over each of my resting shoulders With intention drifting toward chest measuring every underground hillock in these my pliable appendages Rag doll Ballerina flutter You know each finite twist as you precisely roll my relinquished wing inward then out my shy face sensing the sun breeze-like dragon fly lithe spine holding then unfolding You press hard with your palm on the top of my right hand (The discovery of braille) fingers blanket fingers leveraged from neck tendon to