Samantha Campbell Poems

I'm dressed for
the emotion of this night

I peeled back my virgin flesh
...

Brazen
burnt orange
and swooning
soft yellow
...

Lately I've been dreaming in vague riddles
of deep sleep scenes in broken segments

I Can't make heads or tails of this
...

Her lips
soft like
old paper
tastes of
...

Suggestive glances drew
my playful tender touch

Mental prostitution
...

The night
is so still

BUT
...

Looking Down at Dwarfs
Running Around On the Free Movements of
Shiny Masses In Which I Reside
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Stardust Followed By
Silver Liquid Mirrors
and
Eyes From Martians
...

I've imagined you
standing before me
looking into my eyes
as deeply as I look into yours.
...

My eyes have cast
many a lustful glance
in your direction.
I grow weak at the sight of you
...