Hips Don’t Lie
There is a motion, a spin of worlds
collides inside my mind.
I watch you walk glue to the hind
of deep desires, the Latin blood
surge through your veins,
your skin in dark, my mind a flood
of dreams and wants,
I watch you walk.
How could I run the curve of you
in pleasure pains,
my hands to steer on every turn
and let you drive me
around a place of no return-
November 15, 2019
“These hips are mighty hips.
These hips are magic hips.
I have known them
to put a spell on a man
and spin him like a top”
― Carol Shields, Dropped Threads: What We Aren’t Told