Seduction of the Night by Toni L.A. Cross

Sweet lover’s face
Forget his seduction harms
Drinking in this poisonous grace
Letting dark caresses fill this space
Suave night has charms
 
Sweet lover’s face
 
Enter in my breathing place
Tame these natural alarms
Drinking in this poisonous grace
Letting pleasure erase
Holding close with sultry arms
Sweet lover’s face
 
Speeding pulse in headlong race
Forget his seduction harms
Drinking in this poisonous grace
 
Fingers interlock and bodies interlace
Tame these natural alarms
Drinking in this poisonous grace
 
This poem is loosely based on the Villanelle Poetry Style. I took some liberties with adapting it, but for the most part, I followed the rules.
 
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Tree of Life: A Pantoum-ish Poem

O to be like God!

I died from one bite

Perfection drowned by fraud

As hell’s minions applaud

I died from one bite

And my soul loses its flight

As hell’s minions applaud

Return to ash and sod

As shadows stain the light

And weeds grow where I trod

I hide behind a skin facade

Strive to purge this evil blight

And weeds grow where I trod

Apocalypse horses’ feet are shod

Strive to purge this evil blight

Fleeing from the coming night

And weeds grow where I trod

Perfection drowned by fraud

Strive to purge this evil blight

O to be like God!

filthy… Toni L.A. Cross

scrubbing frantically

trying desperately

to get rid of this filth

it saturates me

penetrating my being

soaking

sudsing

trying to crawl

out of my own skin

nothing makes me

feel clean

or pure within

even my tears

seem to leave

black tracks

on the windows of my soul