Tyler Wilcox

Dusk (M.M.) - Poem by Tyler Wilcox

The way
Her laughter
Flowed through her hair
Reminded me of water.

On sheets of royal violet
Sheets belonging to cherubim
Sheets of longing agony
Like a princess and a pauper
She rocks and rolls,
A show of boat shaking bravado.

My sweet Celeste,
In holy lunar madness
One month, up and down
That's all you get

Minute hands crept
Like spiders suspended
In their web-weaving motions
Crawling precise over the
Curves of tables and
My hips downward rotation

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 14, 2013

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