Tyler Wilcox


Quiet Moment, Unexpected


Coup de foudre
Deafening thunderclaps;

Clouds dropping condensation
Like little gifts from above.

The suns illuminations
Shining so drastic,

Cloudless skies leave me
Sitting long, luxurious,

Smoking, my lungs
Already full to bursting.

The pressure only implied
A welcome advance.

As if the wind
Could do no wrong;

Carries like pregnancy
Her ample expansions:

Steaming morning-breath
Like a French perfume.

Suddenly, the weather
Like a bipolar widow

Shouts obscenities
Declarations of love;

Unending faithfulness
Endless repentance.

I'm out of my element
And into another.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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