SPEN mited

not you, again

not you again

moving too close

performing the old sashay

against my thighs?

 

tut tut my dear,

the king is getting

what he always wanted

and will sleep soon

 

inevitable and always

Iā€™m compared

to his lovers:

ā€œwhich one is she?ā€

 

will you never understand?

you are of my world,

Priestess of my people

and my sanctuary

 

SPEN mited. 16 x 12″. Acrylic and mixed media on panel.

painting and poem by clinock.

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