Thursday, January 22, 2026
FALL IN LOVE AGAIN, AND OTHER POEMS, JANUARY 22, 2026
fall in love again?DONOVAN BALDWIN
no, fall in love more deeply
through new dimensions
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so lovely in red
creating dreams in my head
in my arms in bed
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found new dimensions
of love's sweet conventions
sexy intentions
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first i saw you smile
the curving of warm red lips
sparkle in your eyes
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touch yourself for me
bring the pleasure i cannot
pretend i'm with you
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in my love's garden
she herself is the blossom
passionate flower
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your dewy blossom
pastel petals quivering
beneath my warm breath
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yesterdays displayed
piercing headlights clearly seen
illuminates the past
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he becomes inflamed
by her powerful pillars
thighs of a goddess
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yesterdays displayed
piercing headlights clearly seen
illuminate the past
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i sit with stillness
soldier daring destruction
poet against time
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a naked embrace
lovers wearing moon's silver
two becoming one
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so many struggles
battles brought me to this place
wounds that never healed
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play me a love song
sing to me neath moon and stars
rapture in the night
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avaricious eyes
devour fiction and fact
expanding her mind
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show me images
your likes portray your person
in a wordless way
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gives herself to him
reveling in her power
over his pleasure
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with gliding touches
we enter secret places
play forbidden games
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blossom unfurling
proudly exposing petals
love at her center
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our standards rising
in intimate rebellion
as love's forces meet
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he watches the notes
that ripple through her body
ecstasy's anthem
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yes i watch for you
taking note of what you like
so i can write more
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Egyptologist of note
Sporting her black opera coat,
Her gold dress caught his eye,
As she passed him by,
Becoming in couture quite haute.
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our shared fantasies
are playful explorations
dipped out of darkness
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this loving poet
hides from her in silences
and written whispers
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many injuries
many nights and days alone
here in this strange land
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better than sudden
for how sweet it slowly grew
from love's planted seed
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burning maps and guides
blazing our own loving trails
down pathways aflame
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not the gold i seek
but the myth which i follow
dreams become legend
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how tight upon her
under over in between
then coiled and knotted
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like hot candle wax
burning drops of poetry
explode on her skin
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cannot be ignored
touching me in all my parts
true love's summer breeze
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silently standing
witnesses to history
England's ancient yews
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no words did we speak
eyes lips and hands spoke in
an ancient language
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invisible lines
soul's death lies outside of them
where enemies roam
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weeping they had watched
the poet's execution
gathering his words
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talented she is
she can bring him to his knees
with her silent lips
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beneath night's blanket
as day slowly awakens
lovers embracing
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look beyond the words
back where the true meanings hide
waiting to be found
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she's not supposed to
burn with need the way she does
that's how he loves her
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i am her true beast
ensnared by her soul's beauty
my talons withdrawn
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If you enjoyed these poems by the Fort Worth poet, Donovan Baldwin, you might also enjoy his poem, BULLFIGHT IN CIUDAD ACUÑA MEXICO 1967.
Labels: donovan baldwin, Fort Worth poet, love poems, mild erotica
Thursday, January 15, 2026
POEM - BULLFIGHT IN CIUDAD ACUÑA MEXICO 1967
White foam lathered round their lips,
Their eyes holding a dark, deep knowledge,
Of what would soon occur...but, didn't care.
The horses were afraid before they ever entered.
Perhaps thwy smelled the old blood, fear, and death.
They were ancient, slatternly things and, in some way knew,
That horses didn't live long in this, their new profession.
The men talked and joked as though they didn't care,
But, their squinty eyes flicked from this to that.
Sometimes, one would walk off to be alone,
With whatever god he felt might owe him a favor.
The Sun burned both "sun" and "shade" sides of the arena,
Though tickets for "shade" cost more,
It didn't really matter to bulls, and horses, and men...
The bulls died, horses cried, and the men won.
Four bulls died that afternoon, but, one, at least, managed
To rip a matador's leg open, and toss him over the wall.
Afterwards, the men and I sat in real shade, drinking cold cerveza,
The horses got water and oats, but, the bulls had nothing.
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If you enjoyed this poem by Donovan Baldwin, you maight also enjoy his essay, Ignorance And Epiphany.
Labels: bullfight, donovan baldwin, Mexico, poem, poetry
