My Blondie

Canvas tears like dynamite screams,

You trace my skin with neon dreams,

Blondie’s laugh cuts through the haze,

A molotov in the gallery’s cage.

We dance where the streetlights choke,

Your love’s a spark in the petrol smoke,

Art burns bright but flickers small,

You’re the inferno that consumes it all.

Wildfire heartbeat, louder than war,

Crash-cymbal love kicks down the door,

Art is an explosion—sharp, precise,

But you’re the blaze that licks the sky!

Picket lines and guitar strings,

You wreck the tune, you crown the king,

Polaroids catch your reckless flame,

I frame the ashes, whisper your name.

Black boots crush the caviar feast,

You serve revolt on a velvet leash,

Mona Lisa’s smirk can’t steal your glow,

She’s static—you’re the afterglow.

The gallery walls preach control,

But your love’s a riot, raw and whole,

Sirens wail, the cops can’t hide,

From the bonfire in your eyes.

Wildfire heartbeat, louder than war,

Crash-cymbal love kicks down the door,

Art is an explosion—sharp, precise,

But you’re the blaze that licks the sky!

Wildfire heartbeat, chew through the chain,

Burn the Louvre, baptize the rain,

Art’s a grenade, cold and designed,

But you’re the arson in my mind!