Three Poems

LINE

Incarnation of line
suggestion of substance
extension
compaction and spring

Line
into yourself
Used by others
but belonging to you

Within yourself
in silence
in waiting
in balance
in you
in me

(C) April 1995 by Metta Anderson



DANCES IN THE SUN
My angel dances in the sun
Wing tips tacing arabesques
in the dust
Followed thus
by dervishes of his own
devising

My angel dances
Little steps
on tiny feet
soft percussive beats
on warm earth
dusting toes
making clouds

My angel dances in the sun
Wings a White line
diagonals
across his bronze body
Protecting first
then expanding
Lifting him
Pulling him
as he rises into the sun
of his own music

This is how 
my angel dances
in the sun.

(C) April 1995 by Metta Anderson


GLISSANDO
I want to suck something
sweet and gooey
from every single finger
and thumb
of your hands.

I could get off on that.

Ten times.

Ten staccato points.

What do they call that
in music?

A gliss?

Bliss.

(C) 1995 by Metta Anderson
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