Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

Dedication to unknown friend,
Perhaps lover?
Escamillo to Carmen?
Emilio to Christina?
Romeo to Juliet?
Cyrano to Roxanne?
Danny to Sandy?
A few lines of dedication,
Strangers' names,
On an inside page
Of poetry by Pablo Neruda
Rescued from a bin
Of second hand books
In Cincinnati.
Yet no strangers
To a poet.
Who were they?
Persons I'll never know,
Their affection understood,
Recorded for posterity,
Here with me.

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in predawn darkness
beneath silver moon I rise
aching for your touch

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tell me fantasies
secrets no one else may know
i'll make them come true

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moans and arching back
parted lips smoldering gaze
reward my touches

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Your naked garden
Blooms beneath my gaze
Growing higher
Brighter still,
Rising to the brushing of
My soft caresses...

Then...

Stroking your stippled skin
With tips of fingers,
Softer than
The petals of a rose,
You bloom and blossom,
Aching bud
Opening to
The warm
And loving pleasure
Of my touch.

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Let yourself be lover,
The woman who has always
Been hidden so deeply
Inside your being
Awaiting someone
To speak the truth to,
To share the erotic essence
Of your beating heart,
Taking his hand,
Placing it upon your breast
To share with him
The warmest kisses,
Most daring caresses,
And sweetest secrets,
Of your body
And your heart...

Let yourself be lover,
In that way,
Within the two guardians
Of my embracing arms,
My Love.

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Woman, she,
Ebony or ivory,
Or somewhere in between,
Perhaps beyond,
Woman still of mystery,
And tantalizing landscape,
Of her hard tipped hills,
Softly rolling velvet plains
Her warm welcoming grotto
Of earthy delights,
Which transport
These two loving mortals
To lands of uncommon
Fantasy and ecstasy.

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Twice my age,
She'd lived and loved
Twice as much as me
In years,
Multitudes more in love
Her body old
With years, but too
With experience
She shared
Passing me by
The obstacles
She had faced
And conquered,
Teaching me
The end made
The journey,
And the journey,
Was the pleasant way
To reach the end,
And begin again.

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leave me not tonight
forsaking body left with
memory's embers

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i've written your name
using ink of poetry
in secret places

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her fiery kisses
lead me willingly astray
never to return

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one taste of honey
from your unfolding blossom
dizzy with delight

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we carry so much
and pride can be heaviest
better share burdens

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lovers understand
intoxicating language
of kisses and touch

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wildly embracing
lovers toss off more than clothes
with all their restraints

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Photograph by Donovan Baldwin

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BY Donovan Baldwin

Belly dance indeed,
Named for a reason
Central point of observation,
Never still for eyes to settle,
Gaze dancing from bright smile
Offering only more secrets
Just as those hinted at
By changing visions of
Breast and thigh and hips,
Face and body and arms,
In constant erotic motion
To the driving beat of
Music intended to arouse
Dancer and watcher.

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my angel lover
halo and robe on the floor
folds me in her wings

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this sweet entrapment
unintended seduction
by her honeyed words

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my second coffee
offering me promises
i hope it will keep

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moonlight lovemaking
isolated incident
or common affair

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you may touch my books
caress their pages with me
share their seduction

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her ancient lover
in a mist of memory
guides her heart and hand

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dearest instrument
touched with loving lips and hands
music bursting forth

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dearest instrument
touched with loving lips and hands
music bursting forth

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her voice soaring high
vibrato and tremolo
impure crescendo

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my chest becomes tight
emotions within me swell
i rise overcome

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never without you
each moment of every day
filled with your presence

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- Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

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By Donovan Baldwin


In quiet of her bed she lay
At end of yet another day.
Love once more had passed her by,
Alone, a tear crept from her eye.

She saw the face of her dream man
And dreamed the touch of gentle hand,
This lover lay down at her side,
Took her hand, began to guide...

Their fingers moving here and there,
Together touching everywhere,
With each movement of her hand,
She felt the touch of her dream man.

Caressing taut buds on her breasts,
As their hands moved o'er her chest,
And downward slid towards secret place
Her woman's heart began to race.

Faster went the hands of lovers,
As she lay upon the covers,
She moaned as ecstasy grew near,
A song for just a lover's ear.

Her breath grew ragged, shallow, fast,
Until the moment came at last...
In quiet of her bed she lay
Weeping, as he went away.

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