Iron Roses

Iron roses
Tangled
Around a cage of bones
Unflinching heart
Still burning
The ache for Your touch
Steals cascades of wildfire
Cast aside emotions
Words turn to ashes
Protected by darkness
Moths choking
In the auspices of a breath
Fighting the urge
To devote notes of pleasure
Across ebony and ivory
To You
A kind of love coveted dearly
Beloved secrets shared
Overwhelmed with want
(Hold me until the insecurity is gone)

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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© @ValentyneDreams — Valentyna Holloway 2015

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Blood and Steel ~ Valentyna Holloway

A Fleur De Peau

Blood and Steel

Women like me are fluent in
the language of silence. Instead
of lashing out and becoming
reactionary I bite my tongue,
swallow the blood and
steel myself. There is no counting
to ten. There is no other option.
There is just
Silence.
Blood.
And steel.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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Love’s War of the Roses

Swallowed by the ache of desire
To feel Your touch.
Invisible arrow to my heart
Yet ~
I am not suffering from love.
I am suffering with it.
I am fighting alongside it.
We are on the same side
Praying in silent reverie.
Your name was our battle cry
As love and I stood on the front line
And let the walls around my heart fall.
Absorbing the something inside me
That came awake with the shudder of lustful longing.
Slaying fear’s demons through whispers
Of how I adore Thee.
Comforting love as I gently hummed:
‘We’re almost there. He knows I love Him.
And I know ~ He loves me too.’

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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The Intensity of Words

Perhaps it is not simply
that I do not like to be touched by others,
it is more than skin-deep.
Perhaps it is that
I crave Your touch
so deeply
I fear I will shatter if someone else
comes near to the burning words
that reside beneath my skin.
Waiting
for You
to embrace me
and feel their intensity
as they pass their meaning to You
through a kiss.

~Valentyna Holloway ©

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Arson Of The Heart

Secrets,
both howling and silent
meandering through my veins.
Seeking a river of deliverance
in Your touch.

While my mind
Screams:
‘Only fools here don’t do this,
He doesn’t really care..but
leave and the magic will
cease to exist. It will curl in
on itself and be unable to breathe.’

And my violently beating heart
Clings
to the invisible arrow
torn through already broken flesh,
Crying out:
‘Wait, love exists in a myth,
there is a purpose
above the perpetration of desire,
it is more than cell deep
and perhaps He already knows.’

(Do You?)

Such is an arson of the heart
where flowers feel
like they have nothing
to do with petals
and everything
to do with thorns.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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Poetical Essay on The Existing State of Things by Percy Bysshe Shelley (Complete)

A Fleur De Peau

Poetical Essay on The Existing State of Things by Percy Bysshe Shelley

DESTRUCTION marks thee! o’er the blood-stain’d heath
Is faintly borne the stifled wail of death;
Millions to fight compell’d, to fight or die
In mangled heaps on War’s red altar lie.
The sternly wise, the mildly good, have sped
To the unfruitful mansions of the dead.
Whilst fell Ambition o’er the wasted plain
Triumphant guides his car—the ensanguin’d rein
Glory directs; fierce brooding o’er the scene,
With hatred glance, with dire unbending mien,
Fell Despotism sits by the red glare
Of Discord’s torch, kindling the flames of war.
For thee then does the Muse her sweetest lay
Pour ’mid the shrieks of war, ’mid dire dismay;
For thee does Fame’s obstrep’rous clarion rise,
Does Praise’s voice raise meanness to the skies.
Are we then sunk so deep in darkest gloom,
That selfish pride can virtue’s garb assume?
Does…

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Kintsukroi

Forbidden addiction
Our splinter edged passion
Gilded across silk tapestry
Destiny shattered
Remade into a solitary heart
Within me something awakened
You and I~
This
is how we define the Holy
from the profane.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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© @ValentyneDreams — Valentyna Holloway 2015