Velvet Poems

Velvet poems slip from my
fingertips across your skin in
a flurry of stroked letters—
each moan escaping your lips
an utterance of punctuation
as my kisses form the reply
until scorching liquid exclamations points
stream from your quaking form.

— Violet

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Oscar Wilde

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

—The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

Time

 

There is no poem,
there are no words.
No abstract expressions,
no nouns, no verbs.

There is no sentence,
no paragraph, no rhyme
for me to express
the value of your time.

— Violet

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Agnès Courrault Photography

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Sacrosanct Pearls

Opalescent moon dangling
in the sky as sacrosanct pearls
masquerade as shimmering
stars.. The pale moonlight reaches
it’s elongated fingertips across
my skin tracing light where
the darkness lay..
..and I wonder, does the
moon understand how
jealous I am she touches
your skin?

— Violet

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Reach

I reach

— Just out of touch —

My heart bordering
on hysteria of want..
..When You’re near
my pulse is safe and quickened..
If You’re alone tonight

— Reach —

Gather me into your need.

— Violet

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Auguste Rodin |  Lover’s Hands | 1904

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Remembrance of Roses

Painted light spilling through the fingertips of moonlight.
Cinnamon kiss slipping across throbbing hardness.
Hands roaming freely
Grasping lace and raven hair.
Eruption of liquid flame
Embers flaring in pale fire.
Remembrance of roses as throbbing pulse fades.
Holding softness in salvation..
Kissed graceless into redemption.

— Violet

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Graceless

Sillage of Autumn roses
mingled with desire in the air —
Bent knees and tangled grasps
crescendo into nectar thrusts..
Emotional starlight falling
like shimmering
diamonds
in spent pearl clasp..
Fingertips slip,
Ruby lips part.
You fall into heartbeats
as I Kiss You
Graceless..

— Violet

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