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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem