I’m working on my Root Chakra
this morning. When you give me a back-rub,
I always hope you’ll get down to the tailbone.
So, how sweetly my garden
grows when I give myself a tailbone-rub,
as I stretch out all my bones
supine on my foam bar
(raising and lowering my sacroiliac twelve inches
through the mystic leverage of the Root Chakra);
or raising my feet to the ceiling
because I’m on a date with Beelzebub,
the tutelary demon of the tailbone
(they neck and grope up there
like teenagers in love);
now standing on just one foot, spreading my toes
hands together in praying
(or else reaching my arms wide
and spotting for balance with my wonky eye).
So sexy when the floor gives me a foot-rub!
