Stomps to Completion
“dragging my arms upward and into a circle” ~ Jaime Mathis, It Rises and Falls
The resonating hole he wants is down
Below, guitar hole waiting for his touch
Above it. It is never like a frown
Except he tortures it. It wants to clutch
Him long before he slaps it. The sinews strain
As if taut metal strings, each humming from
Flamenco flames. They seek to edge the pain
He wants to pound inside the dance. They thrum,
These slave-like strands. The punctuation of
His hard-heeled mastery is smack, smack, smack
Against resistance. That staccato love
Will soon invade and force strength to go slack.
..The arms dragged up to circle in the dance
….And duel say, “Come in and thrust your lance.”