Sunday, November 12, 2023
WHORLS OF THE ROSE, AND OTHER ORIGINAL POEMS, NOVEMBER 11, 2023
By Donovan Baldwin
whorls of the rose
soft folds of orchid petals
dewdrops on the bloom
a tiny bud opening
caress of morning breeze
rising heat of the sun
sensuous nature
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since she was a girl
thought she must be innocent
and then she met him
whirl of confusion
love which had been sought so long
was not pristine pure
seething love and lust
a helping of sacrifice
and hidden desires
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seldom black and white
we are complicated art
rainbows of colors
in classical oils
pastels of watercolor
sharp edged acrylics
naked in our essence
humans and angels alike
pass for each other
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love has many forms
not all nights are orgies of
physical delights
candlelit dinner
a glance across a table
shared appetizer
strolling public ways
holding hands like shy children
smiling at past sins
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feeds me a morsel
covered with a shining sauce
her fingers dripping
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lover learns to read
tones and textures of her skin
secret messages
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fearing who might hear
she stifles the urgent cries
as desires explode
a quiet nova
in her universe within
she soars among stars
ecstasy is born
deep within her inner space
secret love silent
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a look and a word
tearing her garments to rags
she brings him her heat
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somehow miracle
we two drops of love's ocean
form our single sea
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opens for his words
and his penetrating gaze
tacit submission
in quiet repose
awaits tactile sensations
feeling his poems
featherlight touches
aroused anticipation
urgent crescendo
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lips pressed to your cup
its warm fragile edge yielding
pouring forth desires
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her garments hang tattered
revealing then concealing
she sways with her need
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poem or prayer
lips worshipping each other
a timeless temple
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kneeling she told him
i know where I want to go
please lead me astray
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wish i wish for her
with me may she ever be
free to be herself
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my poems as snares
i smile each time you appear
caught for a moment
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i summon demons
who come to me as poets
to light my darkness
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abandoned angel
who became his every wish
in their new eden
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she met the poet
took his words and walked away
couldn't stand the man
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left without his muse
his pouch of words hangs empty
even echoes gone
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be who you must be
you owe a poet nothing
leave him to his words
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treasuring their touch
naked among autumn's leaves
her poet watching
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she chooses the game
then she picks out the toys...
the rule is pleasure
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singing in freedom
dark rose dances in the breeze
before her poet
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poet offers images
praises the sound of her song
how she dances for him
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lovers share the stars
the sunsets and sunrises...
universe of love
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poetry's lonely
just me and a few old words
that once meant something
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what's it like to love
and to feel that love retured
to have someone care
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Copyright Donovan Baldwin November 12, 2023
Labels: donovan baldwin, innocence, love, poem, poetry, rose
