Unsaid Words

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

— 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
— goosebumps —
an intake of breath.
a prayer.
Echoes of smoldering wildfire
lie in embers across the floor —
longing to be stroked
with gentle fingertips
to burn as an inferno once more.

— Violet Tudor

Monia Merlo3

Monia Merlo Photography

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© @SweetViolettes — Violet Tudor 2017