Prométhée la femme

tearing through the artificial dim

of the skyline in her eyes

and the gods did give commandments

through the sky the lightning cried

dabbing gently on the canvas

all the might inside of me

in the old fortress once a bank

where earthly gods now adorn the bricks

i cusped my trembling splattered digits

to my tender lips hoping that the god won’t

make me pay for stealing his precious colored rainbow

to lead us on our way

7 thoughts on “Prométhée la femme

  1. This is fantastic:
    “hoping that the god won’t
    make me pay for stealing his precious colored rainbow”.
    Such a beautiful poem, thank you for sharing it.

    Like

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