Poem: "Hourglass Figures"

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This poem was prompted and sponsored by haikujaguar. It ponders the shape of women's bodies, as inspired by this article.

Hourglass Figures

These are the lovely ones,
the women with slim waists and voluptuous hips.
Men undress them with their eyes,
imagine plowing their fields and
planting children in the fertile crescent.

These are the sturdy ones,
the women with straight torsos and strong muscles.
Men may not sing songs to their beauty,
but men eat from their tables and sleep in their beds,
and father their children just the same.

Women come in all shapes and sizes,
and the math is there to prove it --
not just the gentle sweep of the hip-to-waist ratio
but the sine wave of predator and prey,
the peaks of feast and the valleys of famine,
the intricate mysteries of meteorology.
These are the figures that fill the hourglass
and the tall tea-glass alike.

Mother Nature throws curveballs.
Men may be distracted when they come to bat, or not,
but the body is wiser
and never takes its eye off that ball.
Someone of some shape will always be ready to swing.