Her Curves

They are like collateral.

photograph by Author.

There’s often more in metaphors.
That’s how the thoughts align
Join up the dots and plot
And write them down in rhyme.

Her curves are like collateral
A place to rest her head
Deep in the heart of harmony
A place her form can spread.

We’re all afloat, and there’s a moat,
Surrounding the castle walls,
Hidden in a midden,
There are stumbles and some falls.

Squinting past the parapets,
The air is soft and clear,
And at night, the stars shine bright,
And melt away the fear.

Things are changed and rearranged,
There are learning curves,
A different way of doing things,
As we harness our reserves.

I think about the attributes,
The air is cleaner now,
People working in their homes,
And we remember how.