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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Slips of Time

Unfettered reality

Forms…

And You, are mine…

The scattered scent of forever

Tangled between
Rose petals and heartbeats.
And You, are mine…
You… Are.. Mine…

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• Valentyna Holloway

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Unmasked

Caught
between the strands of time…

Naked heartbeats
falling
in perfect counterpoint
to kisses
pulsing
from staccato eyes…
The moment
suspends
into abandonment
between the seconds
as our needful desires
peak…
Unmasked reality
folds into entangled stardust…

And You, are mine…

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• Valentyna Holloway

 

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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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Spring Resurrection

Softly shifting skies,
clouds masking the solitude
of the setting sun
flowing effortlessly in a pastel dream.
Shadows of leaves drifting
slowly down the lane,
weary trees brushing the cobblestones
with darkened light.
Night falls slowly.
Creatures of the night
beginning to stir, the dusk, their dawn
as the awakening stars whisper softly
to them the moon rising gracefully.
The sound of an owl cracks
through the cool air,
twigs rustle on the ground as
hedgehogs forage the dark emerald grass.

Our darkness, their light.

— Valentyna Holloway

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