What does your body want you to promise it?
Promise to move with me,
not against me,
feel the drum in your ribs,
the tide in your breath.
Promise to rest when the pulse slows,
to rise when it sparks.
Feel the rush before the ache,
the beat before the break.
Stay close, stay true,
and I’ll carry you forward
in the rhythm we make together.
quiet reed
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 12:45 AM UTC