The Masseuse
Ouch! It hurts
Gently,
Ahh, it hurts
Gently.
Right there
It feels better,
Ahh, right there
Much better.
I never thought a back that aches so much
Could feel so relieving
After a little rubbing
And a little kneading
I should turn face up, perhaps
So you may align my heart,
It got snapped up
After the last breakup;
Sweet masseuse
Can you massage my heart too?
A broken sole!
Nothing hurts more than a broken soul
But the gentleness of your fragile fingers
Can mend even a broken bone.
Mhh, this fragrance all over
Is it the ointment or your perfume?
It smells good and better when you bend over.
Ahh, the tenderness of your touch I presume
May put away a stroke of one's doom
I was tempted to turn,
You said I could turn;
And now that I've turned,
I am tempted to touch.
The sheet
It's dropping off,
Wait, don't only adjust it
Pull it over the both of us
And massage me.
About this poem
The poem The Masseuse explores themes of physical relief, emotional vulnerability, and sensual intimacy. It begins with the speaker’s pain and progresses toward comfort through the therapeutic touch of the masseuse. The aching back becomes a metaphor for emotional wounds, particularly a broken heart, as the speaker seeks solace not only for physical aches but also for deeper emotional scars. The poem intertwines sensory imagery—touch, fragrance, and tenderness—with romantic and sensual undertones, subtly transitioning from pain relief to longing for connection. The speaker’s vulnerability evolves into an intimate desire, suggesting that the masseuse’s touch heals not only the body but also the soul. Through its rhythmic structure and metaphorical language, the poem blurs the line between physical and emotional healing, ultimately revealing the speaker’s yearning for deeper closeness and affection. more »
Written on March 09, 2023
Submitted by jerrylov322 on March 11, 2023
Modified by jerrylov322 on December 20, 2024
- 59 sec read
- 3 Views
Quick analysis:
Scheme | aBaB cdcd efff xxggax hhxx didii jjxe xxxxb |
---|---|
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 880 |
Words | 193 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 6, 4, 5, 4, 5 |
Translation
Find a translation for this poem in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"The Masseuse" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2025. Web. 4 Jan. 2025. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/153905/the-masseuse>.
Discuss the poem The Masseuse with the community...
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In