Let Your Love Curve
Where the moon curves in stillness
The body is on night watch,
Aroused by all the knocking,
the inner pandemonium.
Is the heart rigged for such acceleration?
And the purpose of sealing its carriage?
To restrain what is otherwise fit for flight,
To a torso taut and tired,
haggard from housing so much thrust?
Let momentum loosen her then
Out from tight tissue and protective barracks.
Give her the windstorm
And the open acreage of sky.
Abandon the husk. Empty the house.
So the vital organ forgoes friction for freedom
A new arrangement attunes-
It plays and soars abroad
On the still curve of the night
A muscle at large is meter chasing rhyme
No rest and no contraction
Just pure expansion for keeping tempo
with a fugitive song bound to peak and fade
Out here however, along the chords that curve toward morning,
The whining wheels of longing are hushed, whether home or away
Mere composition will let her down again
Dried from unmatched heat and opposing winds.
Freshly distended skin, deflated, will dampen,
Will stir and strengthen - the wet fact of desire
What sort of morning misses devotion?
The miraculous rising from the curve of nighttime,
Where hearts restarted, spiraled up and outward
Once, unaware of the opposing wind
Forget about friction. Let your love curve
Artwork by Giorgia Madiai Fuchs
Giorgia Madiai Fuchs
Giorgia is a painter from Livorno, Italy. Giorgia's paintings can be experienced virtually on Instagram, Facebook, and Tumblr. Her studios are in Barga, Italy and wherever she sets the stage with her canvas and color. For more information about Giorgia's work and live painting exhibits, email me directly at andee@travelingnative.com
