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
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