Once upon a time, I wrote poetry. I also felt very damaged. Hence, fragmentedpoet was born. Also, once upon a time, my niece bought me fridge magnet poetry words, and it was super cool! I came up with some pretty unique poems that weren’t so much derived from a thought process, but made up on the spot with words that I had available…then of course, stuck on the fridge. Fun times!
This is such a poem and I’ve added to it, giving it context and a little meaning. Hope you enjoy, my faithful readers. xo
“Use the voice.”
Her laugh was like smoke and poison
A broken flower to him,
A porcelain ghost to herself.
“Can the crap”, she whispered.
“Sex is just an iced peach martini –
Ask it to throb and feel it melt
Like a warm spring morning.”
He left her there,
In shadows that clung to her flesh like mist to a mountain
In half waking dreams and fingerprints of lust
“Come here”, she beckoned.
He never had a choice so why pretend?
Arms opened and eyes that left him
breathless with mingled regrets and boyish hope,
he followed her into nirvana.
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