Barricade the tricks your eyes do,
A sinful Picasso to my Kahlo's heart,
Teaching rebellious lines and curves,
To bend and warp around the cult,
Our love that rattles blinders,
Kissing and coaxing them to open their eyes,
And watch us tango to the beats of our hearts,
Around and round their thick heads,
And trampling upon their envious nose.
You cornered me at the Pantheon,
The language of your eyes scorching my throat,
Searing away all other feeble tongues,
And you taught me your art in arcane whispers,
While I fumbled with my modern clasps,
Uniting heaven and hell. the God and his wayward angel,
The ensuing chaos- a riot of art.
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Nefelibata- The rants of a cloud-walker
PoetryA restless logophile's logbook of rants. 🗣 When words and visuals pound my head I seek my hero/fountain pen to lasso them down on a paper. 📓✍ But when life gives me wattpad, I might as well type them out to share with you all readers. 🤷♀️❤ Star...
