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

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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

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Moonlight Serenade

On the elegant edge of a serrated blade

releasing fear,

doubt,

confusion,

drawing down magic like a

stardust covered curtain.

Embracing the velvet soulful sound

of spinning stars

as an errant comet

slips by in the night like a mysterious lover.

Gracious wisps of stardust

float through the obsidian night

dipping their fingers through

the blackness leaving sequins in their wake.

Gliding fingers across a cosmic keyboard

the moon impatiently hangs in the sky,

her polished pearlescent gleam shimmers

unaware of her own reflection.

Patiently she waits,

looking for her suitor

to draw her into his embrace…

Her only understanding

of Safe.

• Valentyna Holloway

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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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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

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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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