Arson Of The Heart
Such is an arson of the heart.........
Secrets,
both howling and silent
meandering through my veins.
Seeking a river of deliverance
in Your touch.
While my mind
Screams:
"Only fools here don’t do this,
He doesn’t really care..but
leave and the magic will
cease to exist. It will curl in
on itself and be unable to breathe."
And my violently beating heart
Clings
to the invisible arrow
torn through already broken flesh,
Crying out:
"Wait, love exists in a myth,
there is a purpose
above the perpetration of desire,
it is more than cell deep
and perhaps He already knows."
(Do You?)
Such is an arson of the heart
where flowers feel
like they have nothing
to do with petals
and everything
to do with thorns.
About the Creator
Valentyna Holloway
Valentyna, wordsmith, poet, bearer of scribed love, flâneuse, and aesthete is the published author of several poetry collections including This Is A Love Song, Forbidden Love Songs, Coffee Laced Thoughts, and The Ripped Notebook Series.
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