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
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-like-jazz/
