Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

mere wooden carving
soaring ecstatically...
takes my soul with her

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from her box of toys
she points out her preference...
quivers with desire

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dancer in my dreams
girl gone woman in the present...
soaring leaps of love

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sweet departed sylph
lithe girl of old fantasies...
now a real woman

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pounding of the rain
wind sound roaring in my head...
my body trembles

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spirit uplifted
by nature's awesome beauty...
orgasmic moment

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i'll never grow up
love loves fight fights of my youth...
and live forever

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Each separate day is neither
Long nor wide enough
For all out dreams and desires,
Yours and mine overlapping.

As we each make the best
For ourselves and our loves,
We must cut and form our hours,
And dreams to fit one another.

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Tide's out, slow ripples,
Water like restoration glass,
Waves of sand visible
In the shallows,
Appearing to move with
Sun through prismatic water,
As small fiddler crabs scuttle
Out and in their holes
Scattered across the mud flats,
On their secret crabby missions.

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Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Woodcarving after Winged Victory artist unknown

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