Lilith: The Unforgiven
Supine…on the kitchen floor.
I saw life and beauty choking-
tongue exposed from behind blistered lips-
where cold tiles stung my naked back.
The ceiling fan spun slow,
dizzy with remorse,
until it finally stopped
and alone I wept
single tears,
with the sharp taste of her skin
slipping past the back of my throat.
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Women!
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Hey now! What a divine moment.
Fave.
Liked this. Nice poem.
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