Memory Fissures

Slip of hands ensconcing my heart,
the fabric of time cracks,
tears slip down my cheeks
aching to be caught
by your fingertips.
I wait, the hem of my dress
blowing gently as I tread softly across the bridge
listening intently in hopes you fall in step behind me.
My fingers reach in prayerful desire
to be grasped tight —
safe,
yours.

Memory fissures,
and I am left longing to hear you say my name.

— Violet Tudor

Elizabeth Battory

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Unrepentant Memories

Mingled moonlight

Shifting

Unrepentant memories

That slip

Out of the wasteland

Along the edge of my mind

Petals of forgotten flowers

Scattered among memories

You left behind

And still, I wonder

If I wander through your mind

Between the sacred and profane

The notes of a sonata

And burnt roses

 

— Violet Tudor

 

 

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Riparian Wandering

Fantasies of riparian wandering,
the transcendence of desire —

Fates untangling skeins of dreams
along the winding path,
the sound of swans rising above
the symphony of the moving water.

Your hand slips into mine
an unspoken language written
in the touch of fingertips,
peace, at last.

And my heart,
my heart reaching
through the fabric of reality
to merge with yours.

There is no greater perfection
than the substance of stardust
tangled in wildfire love and
wrapped in a kiss.

— Violet Tudor

Mikhail Potapov

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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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Danielle Grace Photography

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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

 

Lilya Corneli

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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

Marek Hajkovsky

Marek Hajkovsky Photography

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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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