He Said

He said      “I love your hips”
with a delicate trace of fingers to my side
I stopped mid sashay 
and lay my bare heals
back on the carpet.
One hip clicked sideways
to match my slanted gaze
that sought to pin the thoughts
behind those fingers
and wrest some hidden meaning.
I said       “mmmmm”
still caught up in my sway,
but this pause had caused 
a dint in the shiny surface of my swagger.
I could not unwalk the walk I had made in a moment just for me.
My chest flickered with the chance of love.
My mind quickened with its sharpened claws
to wretch me from those thoughts
flatten my heals
straighten my hips
and push me forward.
He said      nothing
as I curled to the right
in a tightened promenade
on guard for words like his fingers.
Iris to iris we each yelled
silent thoughts in a splutter
that lasted half a second
and was gone. 


Nik Spin