Somewhere

It would be really lovely
if we could just run away together,
You and I
away from the cacophony,
away from the inability to communicate,
away from the stifled words I hold back.
Somewhere where I could just tell You
the things I need to say, without the fear
of the world creeping in.
A place where You could hold my hand,
touch my hair, wipe away my fears in a glance.
Where I could pick flowers for You as You read~
or perhaps just point them out because I fret
at tearing them from the spot they grow in.
For like that flower, I am scared of being torn
out of the ground by the roots by the world.
Words taken in by strange eyes and strange
hands holding them until the discomfort
permeates them and gets underneath my skin.
Take me to a place where I don’t have to fear
my inadequate words are unable to convey
how I love You,
how I would never leave You,
how You soothe my soul with the slightest thing.
There, that place, You and I together,
where we can share coffee, or tea, or a drink
with books and music (and my piano), and
a few sweets even though You are the sweetest
thing I can think of. Far more delightful than
any chocolate or candies is the taste of Your kiss.
Somewhere we can lie in bed in each other’s arms
and share our dreams until the sun paints them
in watercolours before our eyes and the stars
light a blushing path as they witness our love.
Run away with me ~ even for a moment.
For in that moment, I will live a treasured
eternity. Sealed in an enchanted kiss.
Take my hand,
let me show You the inside of my soul,
somewhere,
just You and I.

  • Valentyna Holloway ©

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Raindrop

I sat and watched the rain~
pulsing down as it fell,
colliding with the glass,
stopped by the invisible barrier
separating it and I.
I sat and watched as the rain
rolled down the glass,
and it reminded me of the way
I fell in love with You.
Quietly, gently falling,
helplessly descending
the entirety of each drop, like the entirety
of my whole soul losing myself into You.
Hopelessly crashing down
like the rain until it hit the glass
separating it from touching me.
And I worry
that I will be just like that raindrop
and be lost
while You are preoccupied
with all the other drops of water
falling from the sky
that don’t hit that glass
and land against Your skin.

  • Valentyna Holloway ©

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Confessions in a Frisson

Loving You
is the most terrifying thing
I have ever done.
It’s not because I worry that You
will break my heart,
(I trust You too much for that)
or that I worry outside influences
will twist this fragile love
into something else and spiral
us into indifference,
(I freely give You my heart forever)
or that I worry that my insecurities
will overwhelm us both and we will
drift into silence.
(I am strong because of You)
What I am trying to say is this is
frightening because I grow with You,
not towards You or away from You
but with You. Like two sunflowers
who’s stems have twisted together and
turn to face the sun sharing the same light,
the same air, the same moon at night.
My love for You feels like I am walking
outside for the first time, exploring the world
with open eyes and an open heart instead of
shutting myself in darkness behind walls.
You turned the sky on for me, lighting up the
constellations, the vastness of the universe
shining down on us in millions of twinkling
stars and cosmic trails of stardust that
illuminate under our skin.
You make the ordinary extraordinary for me,
bring to life the beauty of the world around us,
I am wide-eyed and trembling at the wonder
in a flower and the changing leaves on trees.
Music, literature, poetry all come alive for me
because You stoked that flame inside me and
suddenly everything had a different meaning,
they weren’t just words, letters strung together,
I could feel Your pulse through mine bringing
the words of love alive.
For no other will I ever long to kneel in Worship,
to share the most intimate frisson that courses
through my veins and my need to convey those
same feelings to You. You awakened that desire
in me, without You it wouldn’t exist. My lips
long for Your kiss, my body aches for your touch.
You are the part of my heart that didn’t
know how to beat.
Take my hand. Share this love with me,
Let’s fall off the edge of the universe
together.

– Valentyna Holloway ©

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Underneath the Mistletoe

Take my hand.
Let me lead You to the mistletoe.
You brush my hair
away from my face
looking so deeply into my eyes
I am sure You will discover
maps charted to the lost
city of Atlantis.
(Was it You and I that invented
kissing
under the mistletoe?)
The knowledge of my secrets
in Your fingertips as I gasp
in the moment
we are consumed by our passions
as I murmer Your name
in the exact instant
before our lips touch.
My hands roam Your body
as Yours roams mine and
I forget that my skin is my
own because I offer it to Your
hands. I don’t want it back,
just never stop touching me.
Don’t
let this moment
(let this kiss)
under the mistletoe end.
Take my heart
with Yours wide open
as I kneel in Worship
before You.
Together
let’s invent a new tradition.
Me
intently Worshipping
You
underneath
the mistletoe.

  • Valentyna Holloway ©

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Moth Wings

The moths in my chest
throwing themselves
against my ribs
counterpoint
to my heart
pulsing out
their own keening rhythm.
Fluttering their tiny wings
singing
a desperate lullaby
of lonliness
for they wish
to leave the confines
of their cage
and fly towards Your light.
(They know You will save them)
The moths
steal my breath
trying to lead me
to blackness
so I have to tighten them
around my spinal cord
to keep them from choking me.
(They think You will save me too)
Flapping tiny wings
beating faster
and faster
so every time
I open my mouth to deeply breathe
only music comes out.
I have begun to realise
the only cure
for quickly beating moth wings
is for You to free them
with a kiss.

  • Valentyna Holloway ©

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Beyond Love

Beyond love,
past the horizon above desire,
where eternity and arcane history
reside together in a stardust
harmony of souls.
(There.)
Where we leave unknowing at the
breaking point of the stars,
embracing the intimate knowledge
held as Your eyes lock with mine.
(It’s there.)
The place where our fingers lock
as we smile the comforting smiles
of conveying feelings without
saying a word, like waves lapping
the shore.
(Right there.)
Where I feel You crawl into the
heart of me and nestle inside
as the soft air touches our skin
and we breathe the same air.
(Yes, there.)
That spot where the world around
us fades and nothing else matters
because our heartbeats synchronise
as I stroke Your cheek.
(Only there.)
Then we kiss. Cosmic. Like
comets colliding in the sky leaving
a trail of intense stardust fluttering
around us.
(There.)
And then I tell You how deeply
I love You.
Only it’s beyond love isn’t it.
But I tell you so you never forget.
Again, and again, and again.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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Crushed Flowers

Perhaps it is not that I am broken,
maybe it’s just that I only give myself in pieces.
In fragments, never a whole.
Because if I gave the whole
it would be like giving a flower.
Fragile.
Each petal holding together the gentle
beauty,
never diminishing as the petals
are plucked off.
Until
only the stem remains.
And I, like the flower
long to be held in Your hands
but I fear being crushed.

  • Valentyna Holloway

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