I bend in ways for you that I can't do for my own body, alone.
Tensions of nerves bundling under my own skin.
Knowing my release comes from your dominate hand.
You throw my arms in places I didn't know they reached.
My legs, twisted in pretzels I didn't know I knew.
The arch of my back in new heaves.
I need you to show me which ways I crack.
Show me what ways I'm strongest.
You are my yoga.
You are my body release.
You are my high.