The Pelvis

The pelvis

sways,

pendulum of desire and fulcrum of movement.

Eye of a storm,

under the grapefruit rind of flesh.

Connecting the spokes,

it sits on a stark white throne,

cradled below a fallow field

or an empty drum.

In between two restless pillars, the pelvis

sways,

anchor and propulsion.

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