The perennial habit:
everyone is saying
'I must have it!'.

He's a stable smithy
Thinks his genius words are pithy
As he pounds, pounds, pounds
Into the night

Swings his big word-hammer
Never minding lies and grammar
Cuz he's gotta, gotta, gotta
Fuel the fight

With his bellowslike ire
He stokes the fire
As it burns, burns, burns
To his delight

On his huge word-anvil
Pounds rumor and scandal
As they sizzle, sizzle, sizzle
Burning bright

Hones his words untoward
Like a two-edged sword
As they stab, stab, stab
Like a knife

As his words extrude
They can get really rude
As he pushes, pushes, pushes
Wrong as right

He's a stable smithy
Thinks his genius words are pithy
As he pounds, pounds, pounds
With all his might




© 2019 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.

If you listen in silence
as each star dies*
you would sense at once
the message in my eyes

for our love is more steadfast-
were all the stars  should starve to demise
a message would be written in the sky
' love is life's most glorious prize'

stars they have feelings too
in loneliness each does melt in cries
the years have wearied them
they have known a million sighs

walk with me tonight by the shore
lend me your heart and your eyes
each kiss we share is better than that before
it will stay in our lips up to sunrise.

Speak less. The setting sun
behind you casts a shadow.
Can you plant a kiss-

On dry lips of moon.
A songbird was playing with
fire to jump in flames.

My hands are singed.
I was trying to collect the
melting wax of eyes.

Mystery
   felt but unseen
   the heart knows not
  it is hidden

Ever since you took me under your wings of slickness
and masculinity, swimming down below the ocean
floors of your soul, every secret exposed, slow stroking
the greatest bridges of your tender chest and abs, such
radiancy, endlessly sparked by your muscled maze, how you
lured me into your titillating mansion of manhood,
filling me with diamond treasure, my core, every pore,
every anticipation and exhilaration igniting joyous sounds
in me as you stayed in my maze, sexing me up.

You gave me so many carnal pleasures, transformed
into flowery delight by your blue lightning storm,
a silky syrup of scented blossoms and tasteful honey
rotating in my nation, breaking me apart so sensually,
treating me like I was the only girl in the world,
searching into my soul, your lips tongue-kissing mine,
my inhibitions sinking, channeling your nakedness
into a sheer iambic pentameter, into amorous details
painted in vibrant watercolor hues, embodying all
the wonder and flamboyantly prized designs.

When you took control of my body, my heart was trembling
in your reach, to be this close to a man filled with me unconditional
emotions, just wanting to embrace your hold, feel your dreamy
muscles caress mine, our hands intertwined like two doves
flying in the harmonious blue skies, our minds inspired
by the beautiful words written in our souls, our eyes
in utter unison, captured by your rapturous rocking body,
how your touches set me aflame, yearning to live this way
in your spectacular space, how fragrant you smell to me,
how I could vanish in your deepest thoughts, sharing
our hot moments together, soaked in your fluid rhythms.

I had never felt so at peace before until your fingers clung
to the tingling hairs on my skin, drinking my sensuous
diction, releasing high vowels in my mouth, dissolving
down my throat as I held onto your flourishing and
magically swelling arms, your splendidness so deep
within my subconsciousness, imprisoned in your element
of expansion, your compass of flashing flames of sexiness,
turning up the ignition to my heat generator.

leaving the trail
we do not follow

wanting to be
the first to discover

she sings a new song

her voice tickles
my ears

a bird we cannot
see tries to copy her

we listen

lost in the tall grass
we laugh losing

our sense of danger

in the field of
butterflies and bees