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
rhyme
you are a beautiful ball of
chaos
and color
my pen scrawls across the page
composing love poems
because all i hear
is your heart beat
combining with your
heavy breaths
which
apparently
was all the muse
i needed

 

October 14, 2016