Hips

You always sway a little when you walk
Not just because you're often on your toes,
And not enough to make the gossips squawk
That you are drunk, or buzzed up on No-Doz,
But just a little, to each side and back,
To indicate your gender in your stride:
It's a reminder of what we men lack
In how you undulate from side to side.
It's almost hypnotizing to observe
The way you move without being aware
Of how with every step your hips will swerve;
And in a way, it almost isn't fair.
Your every movement has a grace and draw
That I can never see except with awe.