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TRUSTOak firesmooth 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 |