What do you see
When you look at me?
The girl who needs guidance
Or the woman fierce and free?
My heart of clay
Malleable, soft,
Or my warm outer coat
Inviting but course?
The helpless lamb
Who falls into foxholes,
Or sharp white teeth
Guarding tenderest soul?
A creature longing to be pet,
A queen stately and devoted,
A siren casting, calling, wet,
A subject begging and emoting?
I am all of this and more,
The Madonna and the whore,
An inspiration,
A call to fight,
The promise of love,
The threat of a bite,
The thing that remains
Loyal and true,
The heat of red,
The cool of blue.
What is it one must do
To own me, they wonder.
Most who come calling
Leaving crawling asunder.
Bare your teeth,
And your soul.
Turn me loose
But command, patrol.
For the alpha submissive
Is the rarest of finds
Who will come, sit, stay, kneel
For the rarest of kinds.

JMK (11/18)