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’.

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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

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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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Long Distance

Skimming seashells into the water
as the afternoon sun begins to fade,
wondering if they sink to the bottom
or float along the sand into
the distant horizon.
I watch the water and wonder as
I project my afternoon onto your evening,
if you ever walk beside the water
and think of drawing me into your arms
the way the surf cradles the seashells
washing up on the shore.

— Violet Tudor

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