Pretty Pretty Prose Poem by Samantha Campbell

Words linger
in a passionate
dance upon my heart
causing my lips to hum a beat

I want you to explore
every crevice of my poetry
cause I'm Living totally
in the mental confines
of a poem mind

Ink sends sparks of passion
throughout my pulsing body
as the pen licks the honey of my soul

Pretty pretty prose

To her I am ears
eyes and open pores
ready to listen
see and soak up
her written scores

Scores of yesterday's game
and tomorrow's play

Wondering if the pretty prose
can compose the composition
of the pages that grace
the stages of my mind

My mind exfoliates
dead thought cells
onto thin sheets
of oak maple
cypress and cedar

Trusting this beautiful blue ink
to entice and expose pretty prose
giving its shapeless form
meaning and weight

Pretty pretty prose
and with this piece
images arose

Pretty pretty prose
and my heart knows
that this is my destiny

Pretty pretty prose
with the ability
astonish and stun
dynamically diverse
this verse is a breeze

Pretty pretty prose
a love guaranteed
not to blow away
just because
the wind blows

Pretty pretty prose
I am dragged from sorrows
unfathomable depths

While craving the fix
of that rich foaming brew
to quench the thirst of desire
INK my other worldly DNA

Beauty brings forth life
though I am nothing more
than a mere mortal
representation
of death

Like when
the pen dries
and I can
write no more

Inspiring were
your words to me
more than you could
have e'er known
before the light of
your ink I was like
the dark ages

Pretty pretty prose
the only depth deeper
than my desire for you
is that of your depravity

You got me
B-E-G-G-I-N-G
for your Hard Dirty Prose

As my explicit words
combine romantic phrases
to the rhythm of a dying hearts plea

Within the red swirling blue
and bleached leafy green
time left

Lost within the page
naked and mortal once more

By Samantha Campbell