When it all hits
and my legs shake
and my teeth ache
and my hips refuse
to hold me up solidly
why is it you
who offers
you who professes
an unyielding desire
to bend me back
into place
why is it you
who softens the
lines of my skeleton
until I pose
at your mercy
splayed and loose
and rattling in my
liberated joints
why is it you
always you.
