One Brush Stroke

The vital line was drawn with one brush stroke The way the back leant curving into space The dance and danger both are thus evoked Like a play, a drama, fire and smoke A dance performed so swiftly and with grace The vital line was drawn with one brush stroke The heavy bull is pounding,is provoked. A threat, a man, intrudes into his space The dance and danger both are still evoked See, the matador throws out his cloak A dash of black, and here we see his face The vital line was drawn with one brush stroke The mind needs just a hint to see the whole We fill the present with our past distaste The dance and danger, mirroring dark smoke Acting both dramatic and displaced The artist may still love what he forsakes The vital line was drawn with one brush stroke The dance and danger , life and death evoked