Thursday, April 20, 2006

Poetry Thursday?

Photo by J.W. Diehl

Homage to My Hips
these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don't like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
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
---Lucille Clifton



Well if i may say so.
Those are nice hips. If they are yours, you are blessed.

Sorry if i am rude. Just ran across your blog. Had to look. I am a bad man.

Oh, The Joys said...

No, not my hips. Alas.

floosen said...

I *wish* my hips looked like that. There's something v. sexy about the light coming out of the hinterland there...It's like one of those heat-sensitive photographs and you get a real feel for the sexual energy. Ok, maybe I am being pervy now. Who knows? *Loved* the poem...