Three Meistros, A PaintingRoyal blue priestess, Cat-eyed, feastress, Licks papaya, beckons with her tongue, Pierced day-glo nipple, where a cross is hung. Veronica Vera does hand jive. Linda Montano wears beehive. Chase the blues with lime green make-up, Linda's glare will make you wake up. She's veiled in gold 'n purity Prods with dick security. The phallus stands there worthy of, Due respect, worship, love. Sheathed in white light, center stage, The symbol of temptation, savage grace. And on the right in pony-tails, A goddess nude, 'cept stick-on nails, Raises feather, tongue, and charm, To instigate passion and alarm. She's Annie Sprinkle if you dare, To laugh at modesty, to unbare, Breasts as large as watermelon, Floating freely to cast their spell on: Anyone who seeks to find, Spiritual healing, unrefined. Raw and tawdry, pure fascination, Wondrous public and pubic self-examination. Three maestros spook and captivate, Quench the body, change the fate. Through magic schemes in life and art, They invite you too, to play a part. You the traveler through their time, Of censorship, and moral decline, Are asked the question, "Can you lust? Can you imagine embodiment of trust? For just one moment, can you play? Channel childhood, and its way? Even if it breaks the law, Can you dare to live in awe?" "Lift ye fingers, lift ye toes Use the crotch, the tongue, the nose, Yea brothers, sisters feel the bliss, Rock the pelvis, fear not piss, Enter the valley of the nude, Embrace the touch, feel the mood. Come now brothers, sisters, called, Find your place within it all. Come through masturbation, let down your hair, Come through tenderness, without a care, See the cervix, fondle the crucifix, Just come to us and find your bliss." These three maestros, comic figures, Believe in something: lovers, givers... Value living on the edge, Of innocence, with a pledge, As real as any sacred vow, To honor, protect and allow, The self to bare its innermost. To this, my painting is a toast! Three Meistros, A Painting |