Beneath your clothes

On the soft part of your skin

There lies a bad land

No one should see.

You let me near you

Breathing softly,

But breathless and restless

Nonetheless, only yours.

It’s over your body

I take my hand

Brushing your skin

Healing your wounds.

Badlands have wild roses —

Thorns may prick fingers

I pay the price, anyway

For visiting you there.



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Joanna is an aligned vinyasa RYT-200 certified yoga instructor registered with Yoga Alliance. Joanna's mission is to bring the teaching of yoga to everybody in an accessible, welcoming and gentle way. Check out for services, blogs and updates on all things yoga. Namaste.

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