Woven Reality

Conjoined heartbeats
Words of same breath
The simple yet complex way
You hold my hand
The need conveyed in a glance
Emotions rustle
Woven reality
Caressed with gentle fingertips
Through the loom of love

— Violet Tudor

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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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Stay

I close my eyes
Falling backwards
Erasing the locks
I slipped on memories
Trying
to forget you.
I find you in the sound of
in the ocean waves,
the chatak of flowers,
the melodious song of birds.
I banish the footsteps
I took away from you
and follow the path
back to your heart.
I unbind the love
tied within my chest
and release moth-soft emotion.
Breathlessly I reach to take your hand.
In trust I give you my adoration.
And I, I want you to
stay.

— Violet Tudor

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Redemption

Hands resting on shadows
my fingers slip
where yours belong
wildfire burns —

Still waters
ripple
through my heart’s corridors
each thrum
ardent anticipation of you.

Beautiful intrinsic secrets,
words spoken in the dark
unfathomable depths
as I fall into your soul.

— Violet Tudor

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