Moth-Soft

Through night-blooming jasmine
she takes flight, the essence of love
spilling from gossamer wings.
Musings of poésie falling
through strands of curls, a trail of desire
falls gracefully in her wake.

She makes no apology for who she is,

her beliefs, her truths, her spilled need.
To his light she flies, like Icarus towards
the sun, unscathed she flitters around his radiance —
her inspiration, her salvation, her answered prayers.

The understanding of the world unnecessary,

It’s not the spotlight she seeks,
glimpses of a gentle heart,
tender thoughts whispered in mingled moonlight,
as she wraps her moth-soft words around

the Few, the Lucky, and the Enchanted.

 

— Violet Tudor

 

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Credit to Lawrence Durrell for the word ‘moth-soft’.

Ravaged

Heart unwavering

Cast adrift
on desire’s stormy ocean —

The ability to float

yet drown in love manifests
Tangled in gasps of lightning
and tempestuous waves
Kisses fall, hands imprint poetry
rolling thunder ripples
through willing veins

Shipwrecked

In the ravaged remains

Of ecstasy

 

— Violet Tudor

 

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Just Breathe

Feel the melody of stars
as the bow of the night
pulls across the sky.
The sacred hymn of
ecstasy melodiously
winding around the moon,
and the tingle of fingertips
slipping like the tail of
a comet, writing poetry
in stardust across your skin.
See the reflection
of the cosmos sparkling
in my eyes, staccato points
of light flickering in adoration.
Fall into my arms —
and
just breathe.

— Violet Tudor

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Tumultuous Counterpoint

Passion driven in desire for you
like silence needs the storm
raging tumultuous counterpoint —
Feel the rain
Pouring
Hard with drops that fill the ground
with wet circles of ache
Water clinging to leaves
Rolling down the stems
of soaked flowers
Pulse points
between waves of lightning
and electric stillness
Waiting
for the
tempest to begin
once again.

— Violet Tudor

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Moonlit Roses

Words fall like ghosts across the page,
my hands moving dreamlike as the letters form —
sometimes I can’t interpret the sound
of my own heartbeat.
(I associate it with yours.)
The water flows against the shore,
the bay catching the light of the moon
the way you captured my heart so long ago.
(Was there life before we met?)
I am unable breathe without a hitch in my breath
caught between where my desire for you lies
and the inescapable wishes falling from unanswering stars.
(Do you ever wish to feel my kiss?)
The air feels different, we are close
and yet so far, in dreams I reach,
Perhaps I always will…but tonight,

Sleepless night and the scent of moonlit roses.

— Violet Tudor

Moonlit Roses

 

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Wind

The air has an awareness that it’s warmer,
the slight breeze beckons it’s embrace
like a lover’s arms —
“Let me hold you until your cares fade.”,
it whispers softly.

And I, I feel your arms
draw me close
instead of the Summer wind.

— Violet Tudor

À marée haute.

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Moondrops

Your innocence
slips through my fingers
like soft silk.
Cascades of words
leave my fingertips
across your skin
in the silent softness
of the night.
The stars hum
counterpoint to the
nocturne fragrantly dripping
from beams of the moon
as fragments of poetry
fall like kisses of rain —
and I,
I fall into your harmony
once again.

— Violet Tudor

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