we all meet up

bringing towels

the hippies the dippies

the few needy desperate souls

wanting to get hands on

on others bodies

sensualists hedonists

special ones needing

licenses to operate a parlour

the reiki mob wanting to impress

soft love seekers & then me

trying not to get a boner

interested in the healing

trying not to look at others

get tagged as a peeper perv

there were tears from some

having strangers hands on

repressed memories rising

needing to leave seek help

before they could come back

giggles from the ticklish

& a relieved teacher

who’d managed to get

most of us through

that first difficult day

wondering who’d return

make it to the end