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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Selfish Prayers

Selfish prayers fall from coveting
lips, burning hymns escape my
veins dripping through my fingertips
onto the page —

Thoughts that blush in disbelief
as my heart presses them into my mind,
and I, I can’t get enough of your touch
undressing my soul.

— Violet Tudor

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Credit to #BlackDahliaProse for prompts: ‘selfish prayers’, ‘can’t get enough’,
and ‘burning hymns’.

Vulnerable Heartbeats

Bared words fall in their
honesty from in between
the black velvet and frilly lace —
Thoughts so vulnerable
exposed between heartbeats
and all you can hope for
is a tasty satin kiss full of
redamancy
and love
amongst the burnt roses.

— Violet Tudor

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Credit to #inkMine for prompt ‘frilly lace’ and ‘tasty satin’

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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Winsome Blooms

Tenderness in the petals
of winsome blooms
that never quite understood
the power of their beauty.

Your hand slips around my back,
a feeling so intimately soothing
I can’t remember why I ached.

Tears brushed away
in the scent of blushing flowers
when sorrows come.

— Violet Tudor

Bouquet

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Prompt: ‘when sorrows come’ from #WrittenRiver

Muted

Mixed up
Misunderstood
Undefined days —

Where falling down a rabbit hole would make
more Sense than Anything scrolled by conscious
fingertips —

(This Side Up)

Waiting, waiting ever so (Im)Patiently for the stragglers
to Fade Away —

Life, not a spectator sport

— Violet Tudor

Ross Oscar Blue Forest

Ross McKelvey Photography

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