Unsaid Words

Lost words
hanging
on the threshold of unspoken β€”
my fear,
dangling
on the precipice of a whisper.
Sadness in frozen voices
terrified
they will forever be left
unheard.

β€” Violet Tudor

Erik Trent

Erik Trent Photography

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An Intake Of Breath

Moonlight floods
through the window,
illuminating desire across my flesh,
I wait for the brush of your hand
β€” goosebumps β€”
an intake of breath.
a prayer.
Echoes of smoldering wildfire
lie in embers across the floor β€”
longing to be stroked
with gentle fingertips
to burn as an inferno once more.

β€” Violet Tudor

Monia Merlo3

Monia Merlo Photography

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Stay

I close my eyes
Falling backwards
Erasing the locks
I slipped on memories
Trying
to forget you.
I find you in the sound of
in the ocean waves,
the chatak of flowers,
the melodious song of birds.
I banish the footsteps
I took away from you
and follow the path
back to your heart.
I unbind the love
tied within my chest
and release moth-soft emotion.
Breathlessly I reach to take your hand.
In trust I give you my adoration.
And I, I want you to
stay.

— Violet Tudor

Alik Vetrof Photography

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Redemption

Hands resting on shadows
my fingers slip
where yours belong
wildfire burns β€”

Still waters
ripple
through my heart’s corridors
each thrum
ardent anticipation of you.

Beautiful intrinsic secrets,
words spoken in the dark
unfathomable depths
as I fall into your soul.

β€” Violet Tudor

Natalia Drepina2

Natalia Drepina Photography

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Smoldering

Fire

Burning

Spreading through my veins

Smoke

Hanging in the air

The only signal

Of passion raging

Aching

Smoldering

Waves beneath my skin

Inferno

For you

From you

Wildfire

 

β€” Violet Tudor

 

Chen Man

Chen Man Photography

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Rain

If I close my eyes
I can feel his lips on mine.

 

The raindrops melting

into my burning flesh β€”

 

As my heart pounds out

the letters of his name

like thunder
rolling

while lightning fingertips

slip burning fire

across the obsidian sky.

 

Rain.

 

β€” Violet Tudor

 

Cortana

Cortana Photography

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