Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

body full of love
she dances to ancient tunes
carnal melodies

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our words wrapped round us
we become old poetry
read by young lovers

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There were times and places,
Moments of mad exhilaration,
Headlong slides downward,
Into deep black depression,
Yet, soldiering on, I moved,
One step at a time into,
This future me that I have
Become, made by myself
And those deadly things
Nietzsche warned about,
Which could not kill me.

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to hear wind and rain
the timpani of the storm
playing percussion

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words pressed to bosom
she speaks back to me with looks
that tell me she knows

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glimmering pearl beads
resting on her rising breasts
inviting my gaze

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my thoughts are of you
even though so far away
your caressing words

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we shocking lovers
innocently indecent
affectionate lust

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dance with me once more
our warm bodies tightly joined
feet barely moving

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: The Muse Terpsichore by Johann Heinrich Tischbein

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