Star Map Skin

Star Map Skin

A Poem by Samantha ~virginpoet

These are not
merely my words
but rather the breath
of my being

I will give you
what no one else
has bothered
to give you

~MYSELF~

I am cosmic death
and God’s rawest
production

I meta-morph
into a dying art

I am a walking
talking universe
of dead poets
who tattoo
their desires
into my flesh
with ghostly
typewriter
fingers

And my words are
an oxygen deprived
sensation

My heart is a heavy weight
I have
Jupiter in my chest

And the freckles on my skin
Spilling Constellations

But still you have yet to tame
this uncharted solar system
I call my temple

As my slithering tongue
hisses too many
desires against
my lips

And I have starving
little poet fingers

And a house of stars
thriving in my throat

My lungs
are filled with
little swirling
black holes

Cause

Before you
I was unaware
of the sucking void
in my chest

As I speak
in an old tongued
language that whispers

de

cipher

me

I collect stars
in my soul and my
star dust eyes
are sad moon nebula's
starved for love

But the kisses
I sink into the curve
of my imaginary lover's ribcage
by night warm my supernova heart

I make breathing
the cosmos through
rose colored lungs
look easy
vertebrae
stretched
towards
the moon

And I'm hanging my bones
out to dry carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists
by my star burst fingers

I swore then
I'd keep my erotic
tongued poetry
and uprooted limbs
far              far            away
from   you

But like lies galaxies
and night fevers
you are the destination
on my star map skin

That leaves me lost

And the sounds of myself
becomes haunted echoes of poetry
reflected back to me

in this  Vacuum of lonely reality

By Samantha Campbell

© 2012 Samantha ~virginpoet


Author's Note

Samantha ~virginpoet
still needs a lil work

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Cosmically delicious! It's rare to meet someone who wants to be deciphered and unraveled. I think you and writing mojo might be each other's doppleganger. You made a transcendental leap from yourself early on and made some really f*****g bold and involved statements. Can you print this out for my refrigerator? I can email you my address. Well probly my fax machine will do. I don't wanna sound like a stalker, even in jest. oh wait, copy and paste, never mind.
"But like lies galaxies
and night fevers
you are the destination
on my star map skin" meta-morph'd my idea of art

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

12 Years Ago

oh that reminds me...
Samantha ~virginpoet

12 Years Ago

haha
Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

12 Years Ago

well I emailed you the random thing that popd into my head about guessing on the couplets



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Umm, well, that was f*****g amazing. Nice work! Seriously it was such an amazing adventure, this was remarkable. Thanks for sharing this!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Very, very good. As always. Another great write. You have this uncanny ability to create massive detail and images for the reader in such a way I can only dream of doing. You have been granted a shining gift in a very dark time. You will light the way for others who will read it. You'll start a fire. Keep up the fantastic work.

-The Doctor

Posted 12 Years Ago


Honestly I think it is fantastic how it is . Thank you for sharing another magnificent piece .

Posted 12 Years Ago



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