there's a dance I do for you
not for you but for you
sweeping my hips, so animalistic
my hair is bed-mussed, yesterday's
eyeliner beneath my lids, my
lips are tight and dry, I'm
roiling, muscles pinched under my skin
rolling, against bones
knees filled with rocks because
i'm planted on on the ground, covered
in sand waiting to be
clean
clean
clean