Your Happy Hips

I love your hips. I love the way, they sway- making my heart cheer and dance your rhythm. I love them, not because- they are- heavy as a mountain or round as earth But I love them for- they are you. They are- bubbly as your heart and soft as your soul. Seeing you walk across a street I forget myself; I forget- who I am, where I am. I just keep watching dance and smile of your happy hips. I feel like- I hold them and poke them to find where that joy comes from. Even when I sleep, I dream- my heart dances with them while my soul plays the flute.