Samantha Campbell - Blue Like Jazz

Ive got
cursive hips
and inky lips

Cause I'm
fully illustrated

The antonym
of my true state

Jotting kisses
Scrawling caresses
Thrusting verses

By far poetry
has a way of
fooling lustful
hearts

So blindly
we move
to become
one's art

On a canvas
of make-believe

I have reached
this last ending

of the words
that bleed
onto my skin

Staining my fingers black
and swirling in the
blue like Jazz

By Samantha Campbell

Samantha Campbell

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