Ive got <br />cursive hips <br />and inky lips <br /> <br />Cause I'm <br />fully illustrated <br /> <br />The antonym <br />of my true state <br /> <br />Jotting kisses <br />Scrawling caresses <br />Thrusting verses <br /> <br />By far poetry <br />has a way of <br />fooling lustful <br />hearts <br /> <br />So blindly <br />we move <br />to become <br />one's art <br /> <br />On a canvas <br />of make-believe <br /> <br />I have reached <br />this last ending <br /> <br />of the words <br />that bleed <br />onto my skin <br /> <br />Staining my fingers black <br />and swirling in the <br />blue like Jazz <br /> <br />By Samantha Campbell<br /><br />Samantha Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-like-jazz/
