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

Lilith

“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.

No. Demanded.

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.