Swishing past
sashaying back and forth
creating eddies of air with your
ballerina hips.
Speaking out
lashing the air with your words
sounding like John Wayne in a
buckwheat opera.
Waving hands
signing your womanness
putting hands on hips and pursing your
Amethyst Ice lipstick.
Standing ground
building a brick fortress
painting your face in camouflage with your
machismo dripping manliness.
Raising pinkies
planting seeds in fertile minds
growing questions of your
intended paramours.
Crossing legs
caring that ankle sits on knee
disconcerting onlookers with their
preconceived notions.
Tiptoeing tootsies
treading on thin ice
baring curvaceous gams to
licentious eyes.
Belching dinner
berating the Doubting Thomases
cinching their bets on your
voracious virility.
Feigning femininity
flirting with waiters
delivering their phone numbers on
dainty trays.
Mocking masculinity
winning glances from winsome women
awaiting your next word batting
baited eyelashes.
Acting yourself
working the room
daring those who watch to challenge your
gender agenda.
© 2003 Jason C. Jones