She

She walks like a married woman.

One with no concerns.

No longer insecure about figure or form

Nor naïve, like we inexperienced generally are

Neither uninformed, like the unloved could be

Nor unloved, unlike those unlike her

That’s how she walks

Dressed tip-top

Hips swaying about

As though the world doesn’t matter

With her man in her arms

She knows no harm

She walks like a married woman.