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Silhouetted Nights

Autumn, aching, forgotten
as crisp air carries the leaves.
Silhouetted nights perfumed with passion,
silent words dropped
between the spaces of heartbeats, and
the taste of forbidden love in my veins.
I hold our stolen moments in my hands,
gentle, tender fingertips stroking memories
the way the night wind caresses the stars.
I feel your arms holding me tight,
the brush of your lips,
the rise of the electrical current between
you and I, an admission of love
escapes my lips,
and oh, to kiss you graceless.

β€” Violet Tudor

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Media Spin

Too real
Too alive
Too thought provoking
Too inspiring
Too riveting
Too innovative

Be delicate
Wisdom
will only bring suffering

Media spin

β€” Violet Tudor

Pigeons

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Woven Reality

Conjoined heartbeats
Words of same breath
The simple yet complex way
You hold my hand
The need conveyed in a glance
Emotions rustle
Woven reality
Caressed with gentle fingertips
Through the loom of love

β€” Violet Tudor

Filipoiu Marius

Filipoiu Marius Photography

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Reignition

The virtue of audacity
drowning in ink
spilled
into chiselled hieroglyphs
where love once resided.

Reignition
before the flames turned to ashes,
the sacred and profane
scattered among the white-hot embers
slowly begins to burn.

β€” Violet Tudor

Philippe Garrel 2

Philippe Garrel Photography

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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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