Kundalini

This isn’t what I signed up to, Naively-sprayed cologne overwhelmed by lavender, incense and the sound of a pan flute. The strongest drink turning out to be green tea, “Good for the mind” she said, It wasn’t my mind that I came here for. I comply anyway, Resisting eye-rolls and still holding out hope whilst her cheap dreamcatcher sways slightly. She says to breathe, So of course I do, A sharp but soothing ache starts, almost a warm presence. For once, I stay mute, Allowing this quiet movement occur, My skin tingling, but not for her. I may not fully understand it, And maybe that’s ok, Maybe something doesn’t have to be mine for it to stay with me.