okay, your turn.
The hips creak and absorb, absorb and breathe. Mostly sharp exhales.
And then they stop.
This is as far as we go, they say.
This isn’t a circus. We don’t do tricks.
The pressure builds. They scream to the heart:
The heart, bursting and golden, doesn’t think twice.
It doesn’t think once.
It pulses and opens, not out of fear, but out of necessity.