Gospel

Our love was written of in hidden gospels
written on parchment ~ recorded for all of history.

Scholars studying them have learned this:

You held my waist between Your hands
and the earth trembled beneath our feet causing civilisations
to bring humble offerings in reverence to the way I Worship You.

You held my hand for the first time and the trees blossomed
around us, birds sang, petals floated through the air
as Your fingers entangled with mine, and a sweet perfume was left in our wake.

You lifted me up to You and kissed me and forests fell to their knees,
branches lowered and leaves rustled as our lips met
while the clouds sighed and a rainbow sprung forth.

Your hips pressed against mine,
my legs wrapped around You instinctively,
You groaned my name at the same time I cried out Yours
and the Sun burst into the sky.

And the Angels sang in approval.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

swans heart

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Quiver

I write Your name and the air quivers.
My love for You swells
like a wave on the horizon that grows in intensity
until it crashes on the shore.
You bring me to my knees gasping in passionate breaths.
You are the unnamed emotions that flow through my veins.
You live in the spaces between the beats of my heart.
My entire body knows when Your thoughts
descend on me and every fibre of my being
reaches out for You in burning desire.
My legs don’t want to go in directions You are not in.
I can’t walk up the stairs without thoughts of
You walking through a candle-lit trail scattered with rose
petals
leading to the culmination of our uninhibited desires.
My knees shake walking into the bedroom as if they are
waiting
for You to sweep my off of my feet and into Your arms.
My veins are tying themselves into knots in anticipation
of the moment our lips meet.
My thighs ache to feel the power of Your hips between them.
My spine arches as the wildfire inside me burns.
I fall asleep feeling Your hands on my skin and listening
for Your gentle breathing as the spaces between my fingers
ache for Yours to fill the gap
so we will not be lost from one another in the night.
And my first thought in the morning is always
Your name.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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Seeking Redemption

I held back my words
quietly swallowing the poison
dragging myself up from the abyss
with bloodied hands
and scraped knees.
I looked back towards the ground
as the silence and I took a solemn vow
to become best friends.
I would not use my voice.
I would not scream my displeasure.
I would not tell You that I knew.
Instead I let the overwhelming drowning
take me, holding on to Your words to me.
Letting the syllables slip under my skin.
Choking my anger,
my acquiescence,
my pain.
That my own fear had driven You to this
because I couldn’t reach out,
I couldn’t hold You,
I couldn’t let my feelings slip out of my lips.
I held everyting back and let the world
get it’s ugly hands on me and I withdrew
from the fight with a whimper not a roar.
I waged a quiet war inside me and I
forgot what my strength was.
I forgot there were times I had to pick my backbone
off of the floor where it had turned to water
from Your touch and defend myself.
I was content to silently swing inside a cage,
a songbird with graceful notes and
gentle fluttering wings until the door got
kicked open needlessly and I began to fall to the ground.
I could push aside all of these things,
all of the cacophony of the world,
the demanding overwhelming raised fists
of the demons creating my turmoil
vanished
and I submitted to the pleasure of being Yours.
But it is what it is
and there is no turning back the clock to yesterday.
I have to forget all of these things.
And concentrate on the only thing I remember:
I love You.
Because You made me open up my eyes to the Divine.
Because You gently stroked my dead heart to a pulse.
Because You created emotions I name after You.
And deep down
I know You love me too.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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Lie To Me

Lie to me.
Tell me You don’t love me.
Tell me it isn’t my hair You want tangled around Your fingers.
Tell me it isn’t my touch You crave on Your skin.

Lie to me.
Tell me You don’t wake up reaching for me in the middle of the night.
Tell me You don’t want me on my knees Worshiping You.
Tell me You don’t want my quivering body underneath Yours.

Lie to me.
Tell me You don’t ache to feel my lips press against Yours.
Tell me You don’t want to stroke me with Your hands until I scream Your name.
Tell me You don’t want me to take You to realms of ecstasy You never dreamed existed.

The thing is
it’s always going to be You and me.
It’s chemistry.
It’s biology.
It’s the simple equation of one plus one equals us.
It’s the Heavenly push that spiraled us in the same direction
Until we collided with the force of a supernova.

And neither one of us have been the same since.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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Quell

Please let this feeling end
I can’t bear it anymore
I can eat
I can drink
But I can’t breathe
The crushing
Overwhelming
Agonising
Feeling of having my insides
Twisted into a little ball
And I don’t know why
And at the same time I do
And I can’t control
My overwhelming desire
To be held by You
For then
And only then
This ache inside
Will quell
My breathing may quicken
But the agony inside
Will vanish
Heal me with Your love
Hold me close
Hold me tight
Let my fears evaporate
As I am gathered
Into the safety
Of Your arms
(Hold me, I love You)

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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Blissfully Ruined

Aching with proud vulnerability,
reminding myself I don’t have to apologise
a hundred times a day just for being me,
that I have nothing to be sorry for,
but I stand here, frozen, worrying
that I will not survive if You do not
hold me and quell the fear
in my shaking nerves.
Longing to tell You that I love You but
I just can’t form the words. I’ve been broken and
I am still learning how to put that back
together. I am not the same kind of brave
that You are. I am not able to peel
myself away and shed the quaking
inside. There are a thousand things
that I want to tell You and the syllables
just don’t come out. They freeze. Suspended
in time because it is never the right moment.
Quivering at the thought of Your arms
holding me safe. Secure. Loved. Where the
home in my heart is. All I desire is to be a
different kind of brave.
So here it is: I love You and I don’t know
what I am supposed to do to show You. I
don’t think anything I ever do will be an
adequate form of expression if I try to speak
the words. But this I do know, I can show You.
Let my hands, my lips, my body spell out
what letters can’t. Let me write sonnets on
Your skin with my hands. Poems with my lips.
Let my body write love letters across Your skin.
Let me ruin You so that You never crave the
touch of another and You forget all that came
before me. Let me ruin You for You have
already blissfully ruined me.

~ Valentyna Holloway

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Coffee Moments

Sipping coffee
waiting
feeling You walk up behind me
softly stroking my hair in an
unconscious movement
before You speak.
(I can feel You)
I move my head slightly
tilting my neck
breathing sharply
(inhale)
pulse throbbing hard
from anticipation
(not the fear I have of others)
and You somehow know
that too.
You sit and take my hand
as we talk about the morning.
My fingers tangled with Yours,
my thumb rubbing against Your palm
in a circular motion.
My eyes never leave Yours
(mesmerised)
and You don’t look away.
I find I tell You things I shouldn’t
say, things I would never be comfortable
uttering to another soul, words I
don’t want to share with others.
(hesitation fades from being)
I slide my feet in Your direction,
I don’t feel guarded,
my words don’t come out
like apologies, I feel redemption,
adoration, the words of praise
spilling from my lips between
shards of poetry and details of
our day. Details of us.
(Your hand feels like home in mine)
Sharing moments from our mornings
while in my head I have leaned over
and kissed You a thousand times.
Pressing my lips against Yours as
I feel You smile. I’ve fallen in love with
You and You know I am Yours.
There’s light spilling through
the arcade, we’re having coffee, and
it feels like this heavenly light shining
on us because against all odds we have
found our absolution in love
and somewhere Angels are beaming.
(Your heart knows by instinct I’m Yours)

~ Valentyna Holloway

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© @ValentyneDreams — Valentyna Holloway 2015