My pain dwells in the space 
Between lower back and upper legs
Where the holding meets the doing

The hinge that screams 
For oil, for ease, for new
Screws to tighten up my will 

I have opened these hips
Again, and again and again
To engulf some and release others

My hips cry, oooooh. 
What have you done for me lately? 
I wanna be the one in control.