Tyler Wilcox

'La Petit Mort' - Poem by Tyler Wilcox

La petit mort
I die each night
Is nothing compared
To your struggle

The scent
Of your
Rose-blossom breath
Is intoxicating.

Morning comes strong
With radiant heat.
It could have just as easily
Been thrown from your eyes.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 14, 2013

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