Friday, October 06, 2023
SWEET REVELATIONS AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, OCTOBER 5, 2023
Sweet revelation
When dawn's loose robe falls open,
Splendid secrets loosed,
Bosom of the day above
Ecstasy's hidden entrance
#tanka
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fingers fluttering
almost too fast to follow...
summoning magic
i her student watch
learning her intricacies...
routes of her pleasure
slowly she guides me
giving wordless instructions...
gasps end the session
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she's not a plaything
and yet she can be playful...
and there's a difference
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not overwhelming
but always quietly there...
the way he loves her
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in the night beneath the stars
we made the most intimate love...
without ever getting undressed
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explore each other
lost within our wilderness...
private adventures
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on soft blank pages
i write lascivious lines...
verse that sounds like you
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so like the ocean
foams across a hidden reef...
my desire crashes
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ready warrior
sword unsheathed standing before...
passion's mad onslaught
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hear your silent song
writing how the words would sound...
if i could sing you
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drop drop drop of words
she arches with joyful pain...
as poetry burns her
writhes beneath words
as the poet's candle drips...
ink which burns like wax
as our lips bind us
trails of burning poetry...
inflame new secrets
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at last it's autumn
and all the trees are on fire...
glorious flames before dying
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i write poetry
though my words thrill you inside...
you keep them secret
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butterflies flutter
and a smile crosses her lips...
as his words tickle
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Labels: Autumn, donovan baldwin, love, pain, passion, poems, poetry, tanka, thrill, tickle
Thursday, December 23, 2021
CYCLES A POEM OF THE SEASONS
Labels: Autumn, donovan baldwin, fall, poem about seasons, poetry, spring, summer, winter
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
POEM: Leaves In Autumn
Down and down the leaves will fall,
To each its separate fate.
Some rush in answer to some call,
Some few will seem to hesitate.
As if in fear of certain deaths,
They float up in the sky,
Soaring on the slightest breaths,
Of Autumn breezes passing by.
One last fling above the ground,
One taste of freedom's power,
Til settled with the softest sound,
In a red and yellow shower.
Labels: Autumn, death, donovan baldwin, falling leaves, leaves
