when she walks,
her twisting hips, a pestle,
grind a secret
between her thighs.
how must that feel—
her face pressed to the sun,
a flower reaching;
her skin washed in satin waves of air;
her spirit tickled long and slow;
her feet,
the crash of cymbals
on the pavement.
how does that feel?
like the still between tremors,
like breathing color,
like the order of the universe.
© Sweepy Jean and Sweepy Jean Explores the (Webby) World, 2012
Sweepy Jean Explores the (Webby) World 
Comments on: "when she walks" (36)
I am so caught up in describing to myself how it might feel that I am lost in a whirlwind. You had me ‘her twisting hips’. The use of cymbals is excellent, I can hear and see her feet, heel-toe-pavement. As always you make me want reach for the next word.
Lovely thing to say! Thanks, Brenda. 🙂
Excellent, Adriene, excellent – ‘like the order of the universe’!
Thanks, David! 🙂
Wow! wonderful imagery here.
Thank you so much, Janaki!
Took my breath away with this one . . . amazing imagery, Adriene!
Thank you, Martha! ❤
WOW…the imagery is incredible. I read it several times…wow!
Much thanks, Amy! I’m honored.
Love the style, tone, swagger and your awesome words.
Thanks, Sulekha! I’m glad her “swagger” came through! ❤
There are so many images and feelings in this post. Just beautiful, Adriene! My favorite line is the last, which ties everything together, even in my own life it seems!
Thanks, Samantha! This is poem is for all you beautiful woman out there!
Incredible imagery and metaphor. Spellbinding.
“her twisting hips, a pestle,
grind a secret
between her thighs.”
So beautiful. Only wish I could write like you.
These are humbling words, Pennie, Thank you! ❤
Wow – spellbinding!
Thanks so much, Barbara!
Loved being here as always! Makes me want to know more about her.
So glad you stopped by! Thanks, Kriti!
owooooo! Bless you for this beauty expressed in words.
“a pestle” “a secret”
“like the still between tremors,
like breathing color,
like the order of the universe.”
Bless you for your kind words, Susan!
I love this. I’ll be reading more. 🙂
Thank for stopping by, Jason!
commenting after a long time SJ-almost forgot how beautiful your poetry is.
Hi, Sukanya! Thank you so much! ❤
Beautiful poem, and I really liked the almost-repetition of how must that feel / how does that feel? – really drew me in and got me trying to imagine.
Thank so much, Andrew! That’s the effect I was going for and I’m glad it came through.
Made me so proud to be a woman!
🙂 I’m so glad! Thanks for the lovely comment!
Beautifully done, with all of her present in the air pushing through it. I think we know by her face how it feels, by our experience how she feels walking so happy, and this draws me into the poem.
Much appreciated, Susan!
Lovely specially the opening lines ~
Thank you! I’m so glad you stopped by!
Beautiful, tactile, visceral. All words that are evoked by this poem. So glad I found my way beack here :). Happy New Year.
Happy new year to you! Thanks for your comments. Stop by any time, you’re always welcome. 🙂