Five minutes late to class and we got spots,
spots apart. But, a mirrored column in front,
so we could check
each other out.
I watched you get hot in Ardha-Chandrasana,
as you poured your head
upstretched arms. Then cut a sweat
with the six hip Utkatasana
dips, but by then,
you were primed.
is your most improved:
right toes wrapped
around left calf,
as you pulled both shoulders
down and back.
Because of a displaced disk, Dandayamana-Janushirasana
cannot be, but your Dandayamana–Dhanurasana
could be the figurine
on the hood of the first Rolls Royce.
is Sanskrit for Balancing Stick. With this,
your face confirmed last night
we had too much to drink.
When I took my Dandayamana-Bibhaktapada-Paschimotthanasana
bow, I bowed deep for your face
and the knowing of how it thinks.
A lycra girl spread into my view
in the Trikanasana
but you reemerged, bold,
for our Dandayamana-Bibhaktapada-Janushirasana
In frontal Tadasana
I surveyed your chest with the remembering look
reserved for carved stone
and snowy boulder crests.
Once more, in Savasana,
I thought to tell you that Pavanamuktasana
is called Wind-Removing Pose,
so you can laugh and say
I should do it every day.
The belly-flat series of Bhujangasana, Salabhasana and Dhanurasana
made me want to be your rubber mat
and come between the fake rock floor
and your beech wood back.
Even in Supta-Vajrasana –
be the royal blue under you,
cup each knee and persuade your leather quads.
I delayed my Ardha-Kurmasana
to watch your nose
grasp the ground. You trimmed your thinning hair
but look younger,
even as you hover.
Finally, at Ustrasana,
your eyes and my eyes
and almost there. After Ustrasana,
my eyes. Your eyes, I thought, not
quite there. In Sasangasana,
nothing in your face
asking to be read, my chin between my knees,
all that blood to the head.
So I gave meditating face
in the Janushirasana, Paschimotthanasana, Pada-Hasthasana
flow, a mature woman devoted
to her personal growth. But when I caught you will,
but not reach, the Ardha-Matsyendrasana
twist, again, I let you get big.
upturned palms upon my lap.
Lips pursed, exhaled hard.
A seated disciple with third eye bright
and practiced breath
that yields its fire.
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