Metamorphosis

I am the greedy moth
drawn to Your fire.
I am powerless
as I feel the burn consume
my flesh in waves of desire
from Your flame.
I am reborn from ashes
in the intensity
of my need for You.
And helplessly,
I return
to Your overpowering
radiance to be consumed
by Your light once more.

– Valentyna Holloway, ©

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© @ValentyneDreams — Valentyna Holloway 2016

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Tangled Kisses

I want to kiss You,
every sweet part of You.
Your lips.
Your fingertips.
Your chest.
Your scars.
Your demons.
Your darkness.
Everything You hide from me,
and everything You reveal.

I want to kiss Your heart
and mend every frayed edge with my lips.
I want to turn You inside out
and reach every part of You.
Every heavenly inch.
I want to kiss Your heart
a thousand times over~
to kiss Your very soul.

I want to kiss You forever,
until all You feel is my lips,
and the fingerprint of my love.

  • Valentyna Holloway ©

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Marco Onofri Photography

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Revelation

I am Your sin and Your salvation.

I am the light,
the fog,
the mist.
I am the one torn
by the icy grip of abandonment.

I am the waves,
the ocean,
the shipwreck on Your shore.
I am the one on a plinth
in a lone ivory tower.

I am the the cherry blossoms in Spring,
the Summer petals,
and the Autumn leaves.
I am the snowflakes
in Winter that softly caress Your cheek.

I am Your arcane love,
Your passionate future
and Your mingled stardust.
I am the one You push away
and the one You are magnetically drawn to.

I am Yours.

  • Valentyna Holloway ©

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Symphony of Ecstasy

Bruise my lips with pleasure
instead of bruising my heart with pain.
Lift me into salvation through Your love
and grant me absolution through Your touch.
Shed reality and embrace the forbidden
as You feed on my cherry blossom kisses.
Feel the weight of Your heart
curving into temptation under my feathery touch.
Let time slip away
as You and I become lost in a symphony of ecstasy.

  • Valentyna Holloway ©

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Photographer: Lena Dunaeva

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Find Me

Quivering hands.
Trembling spine.
Moth choked throat.
Cold fingertips.
Sealed lips.
Sanctioned desires.
Decayed echoes.
Forbidden tears.
Thrumming chest.
Shrinking silence.
Empty heartbeat.
Shattered soul.
Mysterious miracle.
Lost soul praying You — find me.

  • Valentyna Holloway ©

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The Significance of a Pleurant

 

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Photo: Père Lachaise Cemetery, Paris.

The Significance of a Pleurant

Pleurant: coming from pleurez meaning ‘to weep’ in French.

A pleurant symbolises solitude, spirituality, introspection, and sorrow.

For centuries pleurant figures have been carved into tombs and, in art in general, exist to show mourning so intense that it is also isolation – shutting away the world out of pain.

Historically, a person who suffered great loss, or felt the need for spiritual penance would go to the monks and make a request to become a pleurant. If granted, they would spend a year or more under the heavy cloths, completely cut off from the world.

No one talked to a pleurant or interacted with them (they basically treated them as if they were not in part of physical world, rather that they were in the spiritual world). Basic food would be left where the pleurant was able to access it as needed.

The pleurant would use their solitude to wander the grounds working through their pain, trying to find God and overcome the great emotional burden they were bearing.

And when the pleurant felt that their need was finished, the pleurant would simply remove the cloths and return to the regular world.

 

Père Lachaise Cemetery

Père Lachaise Cemetery, Paris.

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Wandering Heart

A wandering heart
slips through
my moonfire fingertips
under a jade sky
and I
am powerless
to do anything aside
from watching pieces of light
fall
from the grains of stardust
in it’s wake.

  • Valentyna Holloway ©

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