the art of my body

my body
the canvas
composed of modernism
subtle touches of post impressionism,
ladened with thick black lines to define
where the mold begins
and brown skin flows freely to its end.
above lay breasts, ripe as grapefruits,
leading to a waist line
eager to taste
fine antidotes of rhythm
colliding with flamenco beats
swirling to the melody
are hips of a sinuousness nature
these hips embody the erotic being within
a genie who breaks free from the bondage
of a bottle and lets her amorphous
form billow in the breeze. these are
child rearing, bike steering, sometimes even god fearing
kind of hips.
these are earth shaking
love making
back breaking
do you feel your head board quaking
kind of hips!
mine are
soul shocking
bed rocking
goes beyond boots knocking
kind of hips.

and past my hips
deep within
the cavern of my thighs
lies
the mysteries of the universe.