picasso poet

with just a kiss
you turned me into a poet
your lips touched mine
and i started spouting rhymes
well, not rhymes
i fucking hate rhyming poetry
and you definitely
do not
you are a beautiful ball of
and color
my pen scrawls across the page
composing love poems
because all i hear
is your heart beat
combining with your
heavy breaths
was all the muse
i needed


October 14, 2016

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