For Every Dolly there’s a Tanya

For Every Carrie there’s a Miranda

For Every Wonder Woman you have a Harley Quinn

For Every Nashville Sky there’s a Nashville Night within

Both we love and live maybe once, okay, a time or two

Both claimed or shamed depending on the crowd, not proud- it’s true.

This painting captures the inner tension, little whispers….. “be bad- just this once”.

That side we deny, that we love, where sex and drugs come from—-

So here’s my sick sonnet

Devoted to the damned and adored

For that animal soul in the core

The truth of the saints always wanting more……….

PANT

DRIP

GLISTEN

TING

Tongue to teeth- hear me breathe

Confused savage- can’t sniff or eat

Baby Dolls or Bondage?

Both beckon - blood beats

Bows or Whips?

Either way, I like my meat tender—

Close to the bone and hips

Sonic waves grip my gaze

I see my lover’s clutch

Country Lines or Leather Strap riffs?

Palpitate and sweat

Closer you I feel

Tremors— Beads of ice—

Low Chin— Devil grin—

Caught with a pulse—lips—or a vice

A good mouth is a good ear

A responder of vein and breath

Inhale—-Nostrils flare

Is it bite, lick or death?

Dead stare you I prowl

Chest pumps cage me

Restrain me or go mad

Sensual crazy