Learning To Move the Bookmark
my back hurting
i go straight to the bed and lay on my stomach
i escape to a world that i have been so long accustomed to
then out of nowhere, i feel a pair of warm, soft hands begin to massage my back
i turn to look at the face connected to the unusually caring hands
then i remember 'gee wiz, i am not alone anymore'
being the guy that i am, like a silly nilly i ask 'what are you doing'
she smiles, shakes her head, and quietly replies 'i am taking care of my man'
i wise up, say nothing, and just let sistagirl do her thang
sometimes its best just to stop thinking, give the mind a rest, and just thank God....
it is then that my body as a whole is completely at ease
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