Matisse’s Dance (1990)
Natalie Safir (1935-)
A break in the circle dance of naked women,
dropped stitch between the hands
of the slender figure stretching too hard
to reach her joyful sisters.
Spirals of glee sail from the arms
of the tallest woman. She pulls
the circle around with her fire.
What has she found that she doesn’t
keep losing, her torso
a green-burning torch?
Grass mounds curve ripely beneath
two others who dance beyond the blue.
Breasts swell and multiply and
rhythms rise to a gallop.
Hurry, frightened one and grab on--before
the stich is forever lost, before the dance unravels and a black sun swirls from that space.
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