Ai Yoga
April 10, 2017
When a woman
named
love
says you are too rigid
that your circulation
is as sluggish
as LA traffic
You seek ways
to render
again
your soul
pliable
She secured me
a place by the window
a possibility
of a breath of fresh air
the room
already thick and hazed
hot with bodies
lined up like logs
to throw in the fire
We found our footing
saluted the sun
bowed down
kissed the earth
om humming
and ocean breathing
until we lay down
a sweaty corpse
*愛 (Ai) - Love
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