Wake up, Picasso!

                                          

Picasso, Hear me!

Hear me, and wake up!

Wake up, Picasso!

A great artist you were,

And so are you; in your grave.

Cubism

Constructed sculpture

Collage; you made.

Small god, small creator;

What I call you.

"I paint objects as I think them

Not as I see them," you said.

 And I write you as I've heard you

Not seen you!

You're nowhere to be found,

And for this reason,

I call you! Hear me!

Hear me and wake up!

Wake up, Picasso!

Wake up and paint me!

Paint me;

With a rose in my hand,

With a big red heart,

With my lover in the very middle.

Paint me;

With a dark brown skin,

With a wide big smile,

So I can give hope

To the dying.

Wake up and paint me!

Hear me, and wake up!

Wake up, Picasso!

Wake up and sculpt me!

Sculpt me;

In gold- With the perfect ride of my breasts,

With hips without lies,

With diamonds At the meeting of my thighs,

With a brown pupil in my eye.

Let me be the light,

Where darkness lies...

Wake up and sculpt me!

Hear me and wake up!

Wake up,Picasso!

Wake up and write me a poem!

Make it a love poem.

Describe me

As a rose of the Sharon,

A lily among the valleys.

Recite me a poem.

Recite it;

With emotion and soul

Make me believe it,

Boost my confidence

A little higher.

Picasso,

 Hear me and wake up!

Wake up, Picasso!

You're not done yet.

Wake up

And paint, sculpt and write!

And when you're done,

Get back to resting...

Resting-

 After accomplishing

The timeless in time.

Picasso, Wake up!