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
I’m compared
to his lovers:
“which one is she?”
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.
art rat cafe 