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.

— Violet Tudor

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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

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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

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Monia Merlo Photography

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