daf As you walk away
(or to your next destination as it were)
with your hair
swaying left to right
like a gossamer clock pendulum
I wonder if maybe
There is some mesmerizing hypnosis
Built into the female condition

I wonder also if perhaps
for those very few of you
whose credentials announce a lady
there exists an internal timing;
nature's own clockwork siren song
causing hips to rock
and hair to swing
to the rhythm
of an otherwise placid beast
that is brought to rise
from the depths of me
by oscillations
most distinctly feminine
in their choreography

I see your sway
and is it any wonder
that I long to dance?
what's it to you?
who go