4 am (7)

4 am…
My heart shifts beats
like notes
barely keeping in time

Words silently slip
from my lips
where kisses long to form

Little gasps
between extended breaths
as my eyes rove your form

My fingers restrain
from lingering
on your skin

I wonder
do you dream of me?

— Violet Tudor

4 am Series

garden roses3

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4 am (6)

4 am…
You catch me before I disappear
into the darkness, I am found
yet lost in the shelter of your arms.

Your heartbeat the words to each
stanza of my life, my devotion
becomes your salvation —
the inelegancies of a graceful love.

— Violet Tudor

4 am Series

disappear

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4 am (5)

4 am…
My thoughts wander to you
consuming me with a craving
that words cannot describe,
and as you lay sleeping I
whisper silent prayers that
you reach for me in a dream
to sate an unfulfilled hunger —
a longing you feel as deeply
for me as I do for you.

— Violet Tudor

4 am Series

On the coast

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4 am… (4)

4 am…
And I am haunted by the memory
of your words, bewitching me
without touch, sparks that burn
before the kiss.
Captured moments pulsing
into an urgent need for
the essence of you to fill
the willing soul in me.
In flames, I wait.

— Violet Tudor

4 am Series

off the couch

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4 am… (3)

4 am…
A whisper from a blurred dream,
the endless complexity as I reach
through my mind to grasp the
word that slipped from your lips —
You were in my arms, I felt you.
A slow burning ember
glowing, craving,
like stars pressed into the sky
pulsing, pulsing in need
of you.

— Violet Tudor

4 am Series

Underneath you I erupt into stars

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4 am… (2)

4 am… my pulse accelerates,
my need to be closer to
you so acute
sleep becomes unnecessary
when my skin is pressed against yours —
and I feel it, I feel it beat,
God’s fingerprint
writing your name
like a Fibonacci sequence
spiraling outward
pulling me into your soul.

— Violet Tudor

4 am Series

Auguste Rodin Lovers

Auguste Rodin | Lovers

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Credit to #PoemTrail for prompt ‘God’s fingerprint’ and ‘Fibonacci’

4 am…

4 am…
Black silk, purple velvet, mermaid hair,
candles the only light.
Somehow the world feels gentler now,
the stars voyeurs through the window
as you tell me I’m beautiful —
I acquiesce and believe the note
in your voice before the passion
in your eyes and
feel I am.

— Violet Tudor

4 am Series

Red 4

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