Tan Gentle Lines

She lies, tan gentle lines and curves so sharp she pairs her heart horizontal to zero Her body falling from great cusps above Then deriving great pleasure from the angle Skirting the limits, fleecing the boundaries She breaks the surface of space Then her shell is unfolding, unraveling Wildly spinning out of control on her axis The ground giving us no differential treatment Then her inflections begin to fluctuate Now she can’t ignore the signs anymore For a symptom hopes a cure will appear Strum soft sweet chords on wire lyre strings A convergence we’ll hold, integrate, we’ll come Together to throw arc shadows on walls ------------------ Expanded on my older poem "Tan Gentle Lines"