Starfall

Abandoned soul, down on my knees
whispering prayers,
the past resurrected,
forever left wanting the memory of You

Perpetual twilight, starfall rising
stringing pearls across the velvet night
fleeting shadows drenched in ink
write the unspoken

(Do You feel my words?)

Your fingertips brushed against mine,
my gaze cannot be ripped away
from Your mystic eyes, breathlessly
suspended between heartbeats

Unnamed emotions coursing through
my veins spilling into Your soul,
the virtue of audacity as You understand
my unspoken

Salvation

— Valentyna Holloway

Forbidden Love Songs

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Awakenings

The faded memory of fragments of a dream
that slipped away in the honesty of morning light,
the colour of promises scented with peonies
aching to hold on to their petals
and feel the sunshine once more, and
the way the light in Your eyes pushes
the greyness of the day away as Your smile
spreads warmth through my body
and I, I begin to bloom.

— Valentyna Holloway

Forbidden Love Songs

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I Warned You

I warned You,

for me You were something precious,

something holy.

 

I warned You,

pick the fragments of my heart

out of the wasteland,

singe your fingers in the pieces

scattered among smoldering embers

and I would worship You.

 

I warned You, somewhere

between the sacred and profane

I would steal Your heart

in prayerful salvation.

 

I warned You

one touch,

one kiss, and

You would become my religion.

 

I warned You.

 

—Valentyna Holloway

 

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Reminiscence

The wind brushes the ocean waves, the water cold,
unlike the warmth of steps once trodden.
Sea birds calling across the surf, evoking thoughts
of love letters, salt-water tangles, and pristine sand.

 

Somehow everything felt different.

 

Sandcastles washed away, pulled into the tide
as the seashells scraped the shore, the scent of jasmine
striking notes in the air, punctuating the passage
of time.

 

Fragments of a melody wind through heart-strings.

 

An ache in fingers that still reach to be held, the
need never greater yet hesitant to be fulfilled
as lips meant to be brushed with kisses whisper
words of lost prayer in reverent honour.

 

The first time was just as beautiful as the last.

 

The touch of smooth glass and a velvet ribbon
of hope falls freely unwinding emotion
that scratched deeper than the surface
and remains encapsulated in raindrops.

 

Memories worn in the reminiscence of old perfume bottles.

 

• Valentyna Holloway

 

The Ripped Notebook Series

 

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Leap Of Faith

All I believe —

The words left

Carelessly unspoken

Wrapped around heartbeats

Like roses blooming through thorns

My left hand tangles with yours

The right strokes your cheek

Your eyes lock with mine
Our lips brush

Desire leaps

And I whisper:

“Take me home.”

 

—Valentyna Holloway

 

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Ode To A Winter Night

Winter curls around the bare branches

of the trees, their burlesque dance

in the wind enticing the birds to

join them in a tango before the sun

descends. The beauty of the leafless

trees slowly turning to shadows across

the snow covered ground as the fir trees

swell and shake their needles in approval.

The air crisp and clean as the pristine

snow shivers it’s approval by twinkling

at the moon. Soft strains of music

filling the air, rising to the stars,

cracking the silence of the night.

And as hearts swell in joy, Christmas

arrives bringing new hope for fragile peace.

— Valentyna Holloway

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