The House of curves, poetic thought by George-B

The House of curves, poetic thought by George-B

I thought I knew your curves…
I didn’t get to understand their meaning…
The age old kept secret,
so naturally implanted… in the life of curves…

The smoothness of the skin,
the abysmal directionless  trampoline,
The fall at the end- unbroken, full speed head on,
the trip so memorable, it is forgotten
for one more ride onto the vortexing incline to take effect…

Then, 
one day it is revealed:

It is the house that always win.