Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

In the graveyard of St. Lawrence
Church on Parrot Lane,
Cholesbury, England,
Lay resting
Ancient relatives of mine, cousins,
Exponentially removed by
Space and time from this
20th century Florida lad,
They, loyal (methinks) subjects of
Good Queen Bess, Elizabeth No. 1,
Unaware of our distant relativity,
And what their seed begot.

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paint her in colors
bright and gay and sad and gray...
love her any way

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reality spurs
ideas ephemeral...
like smoke hard to hold

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nearer than my skin
your arms and heart draw me tight...
as two becomes one

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sharing our pleasures
grown out of our strong desires...
blissful enjoyment

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we dine with red wine
exhilarated embrace...
drunk on each other

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her moonlit body
my fingers liquid silver...
erotic drawings

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she steps proudly forth
from her sheltering clothing...
determination

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lovers on the screen
offer little distraction
from our performance

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two lovely warm moons
glowing silver in the night...
my fantasy world

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hothouse rose blushes
observed it rises open...
awaits attention

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let's converse naked
make shameful revelations...
then make love again

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twenty-five percent
no real chance of rain today...
why is the street wet?

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