Slow Burn
What happens when I decide the night slows down
You came in still running on the day. I turned one lamp on and took the rest of the night off you.
Hands, breath, and the pace I set
You said you only had an hour. I never actually agreed to that.
If you were mine for a whole slow weekend
Two days, no plans, and every hour of it running at the pace I decide.
The one who stayed after class
Last mat in the back corner, door already shut, and the pace I decided to set.
On the mat, right where I want you
Doors locked, one lamp on, and you following every move I give you.
The text I'd send you after a late practice
Studio empty, one low lamp, and a message meant only for you.
What one long breath would do to you
One breath, my pace, and the whole room goes quiet.
Off the mat, the side few see
Where the calm ends and the quieter heat begins.
The slowest morning I could give you
No rush, no noise, just how I would start the day with you close.
My unhurried morning yoga routine
The simple flow I move through before the world wakes up.