Buy my time: A Villanelle by Toni L.A. Cross

Buy my time with words of love

Woo me with untold rewards

Coo to me, O possessive dove

Peel off my resistance like an over warm glove
Pull me near with seductive cords
Buy my time with words of love

Free me with a verbal shove
Rescue me from doubt’s hateful hordes
Coo to me, O possessive dove

Dread wary reserve I long to be free of
This questioning cynicism of my mind’s lords
Buy my time with words of love

Show me all your whispers are suggestive of

Let me slip away to your rewards
Coo to me, O possessive dove

From the depth, from the height, so high above

From that secret place where bliss accords
Coo to me, O possessive dove

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Land of snow… A Villanelle by Toni Cross

 

An army, an army, those feet that trod

In this lonely independent land of snow

Challenging and waiting for an act of God

A race about to become a lightning rod
To wake sleeping ones down below
An army, an army, those feet that trod

Unyielding frozen sod
Furrowed hardened planting row
Challenging and waiting for an act of God

Ground filled with echoes of plowing hooves unshod
Will spring reach the frosty seeds they sow?
An army, an army, those feet that trod

 

Lining up like a firing squad
Listening for what our hearts know
Challenging and waiting for an act of God

No more fake peeling facade
Exposing our inner hidden foe
Challenging and waiting for an act of God

 

This Day: A Villanelle, By Toni L.A. Cross

Like honey on the tip of my tongue

Golden sunrise melting slowly

This day so wobbly legged young

Clouds floating where they are flung

Made of dripping newness wholly

Like honey on the tip of my tongue

Bashful daisies to fog have clung

Even pink worms don’t seem lowly

This day so wobbly legged young

Breathing heady baby breath into it’s lung

Wild fragrance of clover and moly

Like honey on the tip of my tongue

The free bird’s song must be sung

Any disruption would strike hard and unholy

This day so wobbly legged young

Even cobwebby star strands fadingly strung

Oh that this dawn could forever be-

This day so wobbly legged young

Midnight Eyes by Toni L.A. Cross

 

Midnight eyes in the shadows

Pinning souls to the wall

Haunting gaze strikes like arrows

 

Celestial globes hidden in hollows

Curtained dread begins to fall

Midnight eyes in the shadows

 

Swimming tears like little minnows

Bluish cast of watery pall

Haunting gaze strikes like arrows

Spilling brim of many sorrows

Watch the horrid pull enthrall

Midnight eyes in the shadows

 

In azure pain it wallows

Through blue pity it will crawl

 Haunting gaze strikes like arrows

Hear as lonely whisper billows

Listen to the keening mournful call

Haunting gaze strikes like arrows

 

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.