Prompts = Body, Talk, Session
The Client
Why in the world do massage table manufacturers insist on making these head cradle attachments? I stick my face in there and it’s ok for like five minutes, and then my cheeks are sore so I turn my head but the hole is big enough that I kind of slip in.
Frustrating.
When I’m having a massage, I want to relax. My body should melt, thoughts evaporate, thinking stop. My session is the closest thing I get to meditation.
Soft music plays in the background, drowning out the talk and laughter on the street.
Ninety minutes of pure bliss. Ahhhh…
*****
The Masseuse
It’s a funny world: no matter what they’re wearing at the front desk, it’s just a naked body under a sheet when I walk in, lying there, inert.
Sometimes they want to talk while I work, other times they’re silent. No matter; after a few minutes all anyone can manage is a grunt when I find a knot and start working it out. Scintillating conversationalists, all of them.
Every session is different, everyone’s needs vary. I can tell that this body works at a desk in a chair that’s too tall. It feels like his neck vertebrae fused together and calcified. Poor guy.
Links to other sites where I publish:
YouTube = https://www.youtube.com/user/parzivalsattva
And a link to where my Lovely Lady Love (who also operates the camera) posts her art: https://www.youtube.com/user/recyclinggoddess
And a link to where my Lovely Lady Love (who also operates the camera) posts her art: https://www.youtube.com/user/recyclinggoddess
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