Part II — The Pose You Fall Apart In

There’s a pose you drop into
where your breath gets sticky.
Where your thighs spread wide
and gravity pulls your hips open like a prayer.
That’s where I wait.

Not above you.
Not watching.
Inside.
In the tension under your sweat.
In the slick pressure where your leggings cling the hardest.
Right where it pulses—
like you’ve been holding something back for days.

You …