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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Puzzlebox Hearts

Darkness
drenched in black
unfolds like a starless night
leaving liberty to lie
in saturated emotion.
As a sea of prayers
formed from suffocating words
slowly drowns.

In longing, I wait.
Fingertips slipping
combinations
across puzzlebox hearts
in hopes a click
will unlock forever love.

Ensconce me.

— Valentyna Holloway

Rachel.Rosemarie

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Once Mine

Once Mine

Someday folded into love letters You once wrote me,
Your fingertips brushing against arcane words scribed against the chambers of my heart, Your silent kiss uncovering the tomes of desire eternity left carved in stardust. Passion rolls like waves through my mind, I forever Your Electra, the desire You reached for across the Heavens, across the darkness,
across the sea of time.
Reach for me again, pull me into your light.

Covet the unspoken secrets shared…

Return to me, reflect on those

Precious moments…

Once Ours,

Once Yours,

Once…

…Mine.


Valentyna Holloway

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Jens Ingvarsson

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Torn Heart’s Desire

Green grass touching sand
clouds pouring towards the shoreline;
the abstract way seagulls
hang against the waves
and compliment the sun.
Hair spilling down her bare back
as she watches the frame
photograph it’s colours
into a monochrome memory
of days fragranced with lilac
in Eliot’s cruelest month.
Her heart torn and hanging
while the waves crash
and the seabirds sing
the intrinsic harmony

of a healing heart.

— Valentyna Holloway

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Fanny Latour-Lambert

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Carved Reminders

Trails of moonlight scatter across
Frosted night sky
The path of descending blossoms
As buds breathe into leaves
The trees coming to life
In anticipation of Summer days
Names carved into bark
Safely ensconced in a heart
A reminder of when love grew
Unhindered by time
Under a sea of expectant stars

— Valentyna Holloway

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Nacho Alegre

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Winter Blossoms

Frigid air pours through the window
freezing the melodious notes that
hang like crystals into shimmering silence.
Prayerful roses slowly submit
to the hoarfrost and turn to ice.
The bare branches dance in the wind
as the world sleeps beneath it’s
swaying shadows.
Winter settles.
And yet, I don’t feel the chill
in the air as Your hand slips into mine.
The velvet calm purring against
my heart as we fall into step together.
Wandering across the sleeping landscape
as the trees waltz over our heads.
Winter blossoms.

•  Valentyna Holloway

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Frames of Moonlight

Grazed by shadowed frames of moonlight
the errant tide pouring over my skin
as salt-water waves lap the shore
slipping their pull across my mind
in the contented afterglow of evening,
I pause in quiet reflection
inwardly gazing at the perfect solitude
of absolute adoration —
and I wonder if this arcane feeling
pouring from my bones and coursing
through my veins is only mingled stardust
reflecting on its perfect sacrifice,
a star gave its life
so that we could feel

the tangled shades of divine love.

• Valentyna Holloway

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Alexandre Deschaumes In Longing Spirit

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