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

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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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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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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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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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This Is The After Of Our Before

Soft kisses drawn across still quaking
flesh, heartbeats tangled in the subsiding
pulse of passion.
(closer)
This is the after of our before.

Hands slipping together, fingertips mingling like
salt water and the shore as the slowing waves
bring murmured declarations of love.
(inhale)
This is the after of our before.

Legs slowly moving, hips merged rising
and falling in the quivering dance as the
thrum of the storm turns to peaceful calm.
(exhale)
This is the after of our before.

Breathing deeply in the contentment
of satiated desire, your name purrs
off of my lips as I feel your smile.
(elysium)
This is the after of our before.

  • Valentyna Holloway

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