Mankinds Love of Curves..........
Some times, my friends , you'll observe a motorcyclist swaying back and forth in his lane of traffic in front of you ,perhaps even even in the rear view mirror or ......as you pass the big river on your way to grandma's house or the freshwater resevoir where a powerboat swings in wide curves across the pristine surface of the sun blinding waters surface . Or, you might notice it as you go round the way home on the back roads , out in a big pasture a horseman rides in circles along the worn down fence line , the horse proud , strong and lathered to a shine and the rider smiling beneath a big brimmed hat .........Yes ...always the smile ...........no matter who . Mankind just loves the curves ........
And so ....from my keyboard.......to your mind.
From the shadows I watch as the beautiful
people dance ......all dressed in curves
Being so careful about the poses ....the thrusts
of the musk tightened loins .....the bumping
blue jeaned skirted thighs
And as all the pretty faces throw their
curving locks back
The song becomes a circle
a curve .....and then another
Until at last the curves of
form beneath the mountainous
Like so many
snow covered and rounded hills
Yes ......mankind loves
and in the mornings
All that remains are smiles
curves on sleeping