Tilt that head closer,
so I might see that grin.
That wrinkled pout
when you let it out
makes grown women into school girls.
Shift that stance.
Lithe like a reed
always so elegantly displayed.
My inner memories commentating
(something about Cary Grant).
Pivot on that point
loosen up the joint.
Swing into some new dance
that includes a clever waggle
or an eyebrow most devilishly arched.
