To Follow You

I should like, I know,
to follow you
up a long stairway
to note
just how your hips
sway
liquid, liquid;
to see how they would pendulum the air
and lay
upon it motions
with a rare design
that I would not forget,
and find out how my heart
might rhyme its beats
within the rhythm of your rising step --
the rhythm
that I shall try some way,
try yet,
to make a poem of.