Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

your favorite toys

stashed with your erotica

for your private times

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those wonderful words

that strip away your outer garb

leaving you naked

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no single person

can catch all the love that spills from me

too much love is lonely

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time to time pauses

remembering the poet

who's kept her secrets

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touching an orchid

eyes and fingers follow curves

wet with loving dew

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herculean task

displaying feelings with words

instead of kisses

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words took you with them

on that journey poets know

while i waited here

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never spoke a word

yet he screamed to her of love

from the written page

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while the world fails me

deep within my wicked dreams

you and i make love

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one treasured moment

let's look at one another

and call it foreplay

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she's much respected

socially acceptable

her flames well hidden

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you have changed my world

with real words imagined smile

yourself as you are

By Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, erotica, foreplay, love, orchid, poems, poet, poetry, secrets

By Donovan Baldwin

Poet's words like molten embers 

Erotic stories he remembers

She inhales his searing thought

Igniting flames she has fought..

In secret to contain,

But no longer can restrain.

Her back arched, bows to the Muse

Battle fought, now she must lose...

Love's arrows pierce her eager skin

Willing target lets them in...

Her body full of passion's fires,

Her mind toward ecstasy aspires.

Her lips burned by the poet's flame,

Speaks his words, cries out his name.

She is consumed, but not forlorn

For like a Phoenix fast reborn.

From the eager flames that bite

She rises glowing into the night.

Now he's her victim on her bed,

As she circles overhead.

In her mind the words remain,

Echoing again again...

She draws her poet to her breast,

Until the next fires they shall rest.

Copyright December 19, 2023

Labels: donovan baldwin, fire, Phoenix, poem, poet, poetry

By Donovan Baldwin

all her butterflies

stilled their wings beneath his touch...

and blossomed for him

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speaking smiles and tears

her feelings come pouring out...

turns ash to embers

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poet wakens to

random strokes of red and gold...

dawn's sky becomes words

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when i'm in my dark

she's the fire and flame i seek...

sunrise to my night

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lone blossom unfolds

as silent poet watches...

becomes a poem

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ordinary things

extraordinary things...

when we're together

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sweet and gentle smile

touching me with love's starlight...

gleaming messages

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taught her to love him

learned she's lived without laughter...

that's his next challenge

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fears to acknowledge

words she reads so eagerly...

which touch her inside

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exchanging verses

in verbalistic foreplay...

making poetry

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what i would permit

that which you need to explore...

help you find yourself

neither blessing nor curse

merely a true act of love...

which does not bind you

and though others might

you and i won't call it sin...

simply name it love

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lascivious lass

reading ribald risqué rhymes...

secretly sighing

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fingers trace her lips

seeking her moist poetry...

words he wants to taste

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her desire's bow bent

she nocks her tiny arrow...

pleasure's dart shot free

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Copyright Donovan Baldwin

Labels: butterflies, dawn, donovan baldwin, love poems, poems, poet, poetry, smiles, tears

 By Stephanie Shaw

So close

I could feel

Your breath on my lips

So far

I could feel

A chasm in my heart

The texture

Of a dream unrealised

Thick with regret

So close but so far

I could feel you

On the tip of my tongue

And along the edges of my heart

From "Snippets of Love and Other Pesky Emotions", 2022, by Stephanie Shaw. Available from Amazon.

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Just between you and me, I love the way Stephanie Shaw's mind works, and how she puts her thoughts into words... love poems, threats of murder or dismemberment, or a humorously self-deprecating bio.

Labels: love poem, poet, regret, Stephanie Shaw

 By Donovan Baldwin

Life is a pool of ink

Of many colors and

I, poet, dip my pen

Within and dripping

Raise it to the

Parchment upon

Which I will leave

My passions and

Desires, impressed

Wet upon the page

To dry into an

Eternal image that

Perhaps someone

Will save, and,

Too much to hope,

Share.

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Copyright March 2021 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: desires, donovan baldwin, life, parchment, passions, poem, poet, poetry

Original poetry by Donovan Baldwin, poems about dance, dancing, dancers.

I fragile as friable rock,
Reduced to powder,
Carried away by
Transparent water,
Burned by the earth's
Tongues of fire,
Seeking beauty
Within my limited
Sphere of vision,
As she, object of my desire
Dances, writhing serpentlike,
In ancient ritual
To an abandoned harmony
Which only
She and I can hear.

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All men once were boys,
Boys will become old men,
Girls need canes and walkers
When their hair grows gray and thin.

Enjoy it while you've got it
Dance the dance and sing the song,
Make the best of what you're given,
Cause you'll not have it long

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bare limbed she dances
this voluptuous woman...
proud before my gaze

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she hears music play
a song for two to dance to...
she dances alone

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touched by dawn's fingers
body lit by the sunrise...
dancer in the wind

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dancers in moonlight
aware but of their partner...
as the music plays

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clad in moon's cloak
she dances into my arms...
we kiss the cloak falls

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though dancing alone
she feels his arms around her...
coveted embrace

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She is a secret thing,
Of fantasy and dream,
Phantom figure in the
Back corners of my mind,
Swirling dancing woman,
Eyes bright with the heat
The music and the fire
The wonder and the wine,
Timeless dancer, her face
Smiling across the flames,
And the span of ages,
As she dances ancient rituals
The artlessly seductive way
Women have known since
First a man and woman
Desired each other
Naked outside of Eden.

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trees sing in silence
mighty hymns but few can hear...
dance in their stillness

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your shadow dances
there among the dying flames...
burning memory

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we dance as lovers
our most unrestrained desires...
acted to music

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I saw her dance
Never trained,
Yet so natural in
Movement of her body,
More in time to some
Inner music, than,
The rhythmic beat
That others heard,
Which faded before
The sensual music
Of her body,
Playing to ancient
Rhythms, causing both
Her and I to smile
With open pleasure.

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Often dance, more than art,
Is a celebration of life,
An acknowledgement of
Body and soul
Given,
Trained,
Practiced,
And...
Set free
To express its
Desire,
Exuberance,
Love,
Gaity,
And even...
Debauchery,
Lust,
Desolation,
Uttered plainly in movement
To the fullest extent
Of feeling and emotion.

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Original poetry copyright March 2021 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: dance, dancer, dancers, dancing, donovan baldwin, dream, haiku, poems, poet, poetry

By Donovan Baldwin

the moon was watching
as we made love in her light
heavenly voyeur

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my love's blossom drips
a hot nectar of desire
soothing elixir

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expose your true self
drop all veils of sin and shame
show yourself naked

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write me your story
with your heart mouth hands and eyes
tell me everything

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language confuses
we speak love physically
communicating

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poet hearing words
whispers on the evening breeze
paper cannot hold

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eyes dance to music
her warm smile the song's echo
turns to me... i hear

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touch her words lightly
examine them by candlelight
press them to my heart

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tilting her goblet
sharing love's magic potion
she pours into me

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your curving contours
drawn by my gliding fingers
warm as imagined

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Photograph, Moon Among The Trees, by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: candlelight, curving contours, dance to music, donovan baldwin, evening breeze, goblet, lovers, moon, poems, poet, poetry, voyeur

i love to see you
lady in your disarray
real and natural

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imagine a kiss
the meeting of willing lips
open discussion

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tongues transmitting thoughts
my moist mature murmurings
inner ideas

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our mingled breaths
the mixed moisture of our mouths
caressing bodies

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Can we say we "keep" time,
When it, fluid,
Likened to a river,
Flows past
No matter our efforts
At constraining it?

Or, do we merely mark time,
With arbitrary seconds and hours,
Which we mortals,
Prisoners of time,
Invented to measure
The dimensions of our cells?

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She reclines as I read,
Immersed in suds and poetry,
Bathed by water and words,
Emollient elegies softening
Stiff, tired muscles of her soul,
Releasing restraints and,
Dozens of delayed desires as
My orgasmic orations
Leave her laying languidly
In anticlimactic afterglow.

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wet your lips with wine
press them joyfully to mine
afterwards we dine

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write between my lines
i'll read words you mean to say
loveliest of all

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your passionate flames
lick the tinder of my soul
leaving it branded

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say with soft fervor
the secrets you have hidden
so we can love them

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what you did last night
you meant to be a secret
makes me love you more

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Copyright February 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, kiss, love, poems, poet, poetry, time

walking among books
slightly indecent alone
like sex, best with you

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Holding you in the morning
You in your pj's, me in mine
Cloth so soft it might as well be skin
Bodies warm against one another
As intimate as if naked,
More so, perhaps, for we are
Relaxed and even more at ease
THAT way
Than stiffly dressed and proper.

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let's share pajamas
i'll wear bottoms you the top
that won't last too long

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let us take pleasure
in relaxed intimacy
chastely making love

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I set forth to sail upon
Life, an endless polar sea,
Myself my own Titanic,
To fulfill my destiny.

I'm lost within the world
Till I crash some floating mass,
Sinking beneath the waves
Of undulating grass.

The band plays and the mourners,
Perhaps one, two, no more,
Exchange empty pleasantries,
Then return to what they did before.

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They didn't speak our language,
Those newly minted, and recruited,
Teachers from another country.
"Up north," we said, strange places,
Like New Jersey,
Alien lands like that.
We understood them,
Though they talked too fast,
But, we to them,
In our 33 RPM voices,
Were often unintelligible to
Their 78 RPM Yankee ears.

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Where does dark come from.
Is it truly simply
The absence of light,
Or, is it it's own entity,
With an existence
Independent of beams of energy?
I like to think of dark as
A free creature simply hiding,
Kind enough to allow us
To see things to be
Remembered once it returns.

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Old bricks, weathered things,
Skirt the house, pier and beam,
Built the year my mother was born,
The old bricks new when she was too,
Bought in 1949 when she and it,
Both turned 32, and I, 4,
I grew with her, in it, and
Remember those old weathered bricks.

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Copyright January 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: bricks, dark, donovan baldwin, haiku, holding, language, love, pajamas, poem, poems, poet, poetry, polar sea, Titanic

we read together
fingers rubbing the letters
of our love story

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reading in the dark
her solo pursuit in braille
illumination

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my thoughts brushed gently
across mind's tender surface
raise expectations

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such tender passions
grasping coupling and gasping
crying out as one

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dreams upon the dawn
small boats my fleet bound for troy
to rescue my love

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lips parted she gasps
my fingers little lovers
our mouths tightly sealed

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She bathes in soft water,
Warm caressing wavelets
Surrounding skin,
Causing sensations, or,
Sin-sations?
She is smilingly
Aware of more
Than simply water
In the bath, but,
All invasive pleasure,
Which fills each
Bit of skin exposed
To the touch of
The silken fluid,
And her own
Gliding hands.

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guide my hands boldly
among your brave caresses
so share your pleasure

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my ten bold fingers
write a thousand fantasies
on your soft pages

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you're so many things
bright butterflies and rainbows
laughter in the night

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i listen for you
words you whisper to my heart
perfect poetry

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well trained soldier i
standing at stiff attention
making bold salute

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let's make love again
this time i'll close my eyes as
you read the poem

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you know exactly
when where and how to touch me
with your hands and words

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dew upon my tongue
mixed with your sweetest honey
flowing from your lips

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i have no desire
to recover from my sins
i liked them too much

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tempted by your heat
lured by your burning flower
molten in your flames

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my special lady
loves to sit upon my knee
daddy's little girl

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Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: braille, dawn, donovan baldwin, fantasies, fingers, haiku, lovers, passions, poems, poet, poetry

it's so transparent
the gown i picture you in
i can see your love

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As poet I have neither
Morality or scruples
Time nor direction
Nor other limiting
Dimensions which
Constrain or restrain
For I must put down
Naked emotion and desire
In trust that each reader
Will understand my
Poetic lusts
And forgive me
My innocent sins.

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place my words on you
guide them instead of my hands
to give you pleasure

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and if she craves more
still has not been satisfied
i'll be there for her

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i decorate you
most immodestly in ways
to inflame desires

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our eager bodies
tangled within silken sheets
let's sin together

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between our touches
beneath tender caresses
we become lovers

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how feral it feels
this desire for your touches
hot animal pleasure

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old lips not cold lips
loving experienced hands
and a well trained heart

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you ripple through me
unending force of nature
blending our beings

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I left you alone too long,
Too lonely alone too long,
And coming home,
I found you did things
Without me.
And I was
Embarrassed,
Afraid I had hurt you,
But, you looked at me,
Invited me to join you,
And I did,
And you did it alone
Together with me,
And I never left you alone,
Too long again,
Because it was more fun
Doing it with you,
Everything.

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dance of your blossom
entices this humble bee
craving your honey

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Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: blossom, caresses, dance, donovan baldwin, pleasure, poem, poems, poet, poetry, touches

Written Wednesday, January 1, 2020

venus in my hands
free amid sunshine and breeze
touched in loving ways

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eternal springtime
lovers never leave the time
when first they found love

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love when we're apart
don't just say you think of me
share the sounds you make

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When the ecstasy arrives,
When the thunder fills your body
The blood rushes in your ears,
The heat fills you,
And the only control you have
Is to say my name with
Gasping breaths,
Let me hold you,
Be there with you,
Share that stormy moment
Of love, body and soul,
Made one thing.

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exhausted coupling
flaming burst of ecstasy
forged by our passion

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pleasure's pressure builds
at the touch of your fingers
ecstasy arrives

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as adam and eve
bare in garden paradise
natural lovers

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We kiss and all dissolves,
For bodies become one,
In the joining of our mouths,
So wet and excited,
Spilling love back and forth,
Playfully touching tongues,
Mixing moisture as our bodies
Imprint one another,
Forgetting where one ends
And the other begins.
Nothing else but the kiss,
And the one we become.

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the hour of your kiss
moment of warm wet sharing
beginning of life

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your love for a kiss
true trinket to trade for gold
which lasts forever

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our love shakes the sky
soars with thunder and lightning
ends in soft embrace

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Trees and plants I remember,
My minor boyhood forest,
Small lad within the fence,
Remembering the oak,
One dead one broken,
The Chinaberry and dogwood
Both now gone, as too,
The arbor vitae, and the yucca,
From which we made swords,
Even the dead stump to which
We tied our enemies.
Trees, friends, playthings,
Gone with time but
In my memory.

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My first kisses,
Almost accidental,
Lenora and I,
Alone together
In the dark,
Bumbling,
Fumbling,
Kissing,
Innocent and ignorant,
Yet intent upon
Fulfilling our
Teenage destinies
Pretending
To be lovers
Even if only
For a night in the
Country club parking lot
Watching, over the bay,
A most romantic moon,
We had no idea how to use
Appropriately.

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Copyright January 2020 By Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, ecstasy, haiku, love poems, poems, poet, poetry

How near has the wolf been seen,
The silver marauder beneath the moon,
Hunter of lost souls,
Harbinger of doom,
Wood spirit of a nameless god?
If you hear his voice,
The night song,
Listen long and learn,
The secret of his sadness,
And the end of his freedom,
For that is his doom.

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a pink cloud morning
pastel promises written
upon sky and mind

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fingers upon the strings
chords set for your loving song
i begin to play

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my movable feast
served steaming with your desire
dripping love's flavors

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written in the stars
two would meet and fall in love
yet be kept apart

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loving in the night
warm lips and hot caresses...
but only a dream

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madness of my love
fills all my reality
with visions of you

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So many if they knew you
In the deep and honest ways I do,
Would pine for you,
Crave your touch and kisses,
Ask for a moment of your time
The caress of your attention,
The touch and kisses,
Time and attention,
That I too crave,
And seek to claim.

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come sit beside me
take a moment to hold me
watching the sunset

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Light the death fire
Over the grave
Of the one long gone,
Sing the song of sorrow,
Notes of sadness
Carried upon
The night wind,
To wherever
Shades still walk.
Tilt up the bottle,
Drink to the passing,
And, our past,
Pouring the last ounce
Upon their buried breast,
As we depart
Carrying the empty bottle,
And our empty hearts,
Back to the living.

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where do love songs go
when the music is silenced
and the heart is still

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breathe in my sad sighs
cover my hands with kisses
turn sadness to smiles

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in our private world
when our two hearts are touching
time does not exist

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time does bend me friend
but i've not been broken yet
our game continues

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Old guy in a flannel shirt,
Gray hair and beard,
Lined and marked,
By misadventures,
Years of woods and wind,
Surf and sand and sangria,
Stories of daring do,
Tales of exploits,
A few lies among them,
Your job to decide,
Which is which,
And who I really am,
Before the bottle's empty.

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Dying daylight lingers
Before the black mirror,
Night,
Her crimson sashes,
Adorned with bright
Diamonds, stars,
Sprinkled across,
Her ebony dress,
Swirling in the air,
Grooming her face,
The moon,
By its reflection,
In the resting sea.

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Copyright January 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, haiku, love poems, moon, poem, poet, poetry, wolf

SATURDAY 20191116

*she's a small icon
image of love's deity
always within reach

*dipped in her honey
lips dripping love's sweet potion
guiltless festival

*mountains rise and fall
nicely capped with rosy rock
breathless exertion

*playful wind stirs grass
as breath rushes through her reeds
i will drink my fill

*sappho at my side
beauty of so many kinds
we choose to love all

SUNDAY 20191117

*shorter grew the days
and winter was upon us
you were always spring

*my coffee is hot
sun peeps over horizon
and my words begin

*the beauty i crave
never painted or powdered
natural woman

*touching her the way
moonlight drawn upon her skin
turns her into art

figure in shadow
forever lover in mist
film noir of lost love

*open wide your words
welcome me into your mind
pour love over me

*her wordless demands
each need fulfilled with pleasure
guttural reward

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Current "knowledge" should never be thought of as beyond challenge. This acceptance of questioning orthodoxy as a valid intellectual or scientific pursuit, however, should not be presumed to imply that current knowledge is wrong, incorrect, or outdated.

Challenges to knowledge sometimes may improve, strengthen, or prove the authenticity and validity of that knowledge.

Learning in what ways knowledge, or even belief, may be challenged, or accepted, can lead to a better understanding of why and how we believe or understand, and how to defend them and fit them into our lives.

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*read me poetry
most erotic you can find
as i show you love

*i know what you did
sweet sin and how tired your smile
after you cried out

*she never says stop
we both know the kind of love
without boundaries

*warmed by her body
within her soft strong welcome
embraced by her love

*kisses you can't feel
yet feel all the way inside
kisses always there

*removing it all
she bares and reveals herself
body mind and soul

*i stroll her pathway
touching her gentle nature
absorbing her love

*with our hearts afire
we will light and warm the night
brightly together

*do not be afraid
i recognize your beauty
praise and love your soul

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The place is lost,
An unmarked grave
Where lies a little girl.
No headstone,
The small mound of dirt,
Returned to level
Grassy earth.
We walked to the back
The corner to the right,
I remember that much,
But, all has faded,
And, she, sister,
Born too soon
Sleeps without visitors,
But is remembered.

(My sister, Katherine Elizabeth Baldwin, born prematurely 1949, only lived one day.)

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*dancing in moon glow
silver body weaving her spell
on the one she's claimed

MONDAY 20191118

*an awesome tango
horizontally performed
ending with a dip

*my sleeping lover
rocked to slow deep breaths i take
her head on my chest

*lost in crashing waves
swept up by nature's demands
gasping on the shore

*blossom in the dark
beauty known by touch and taste...
by the song she sings

*learned more watching her
than from gray's anatomy
and she never knew

*it's not really sin
two lovers committed to
true carnal delight

*let's read poetry
entwined so physically
we two become one

*we three so well met
lovers in combinations
you, me, poetry

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We walk hand in hand in hand
Lovers stepping together
Boldly into a world
Which cannot understand
The combinations
And permutations,
Which we,
Strange creatures,
Exchanging kisses
And caresses,
Without reservation,
See only as
Variations on
A common theme of love.

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Don't want to change the world,
Not seeking for acceptance,
But, I am who I am,
Must be what I must be,
Not hiding behind
A pretense of a person
I really don't wish to be,
Hoping that at least a few
Will recognize I've stepped
Beyond curiosity,
To become my own reality.

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I understand your fear,
Or your uncertainty,
For, once I was you,
And the reaction
To difference,
To strangeness,
Is natural and human,
Yet, someone once
Built me a bridge, and,
Having seen the other side,
Can never go back
To the single person
I was before.

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I walk like a ninja,
Or, perhaps, a ballerino,
Stepping delicately
In counterpoint to
My natural
All-American male,
Mountain man,
Walk, yet, perhaps
Not so strange, for,
To eat,
To survive,
A mountain man,
Had to move like
A ghost
Through the woods,
To evade the foe,
And find his food.

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*just want to make love
lie with you in the moonlight
create memories

TUESDAY 20191118

*her deep energy
visible on the surface
breaking all her bonds

*prepared for pleasure
stripped and bare she waits alone
her own best lover

*carve soft marble
give it her curves and her shape
never as lovely

*you began as lust
now i need you every way
you have become love

*moon spreads her blanket
silver cover on the ground
for lovers' pleasure

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Sunshine is a tide,
A golden flood,
With ebb and flow,
Rising at dawn,
Ebbing at dusk,
But moonlight,
Ah, moonlight,
My quiet friend,
Is a still comfort,
A loving blanket,
Which remains
Spreading its comfort
Throughout the night.

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WEDNESDAY 20191120

*put me in my place
gather me up, take me in
join us together

*her whispered love songs,
rise, aria's crescendo,
signalling climax

*je t'aime mi amor
the french strange upon my tongue
speaks so well of love

*your arms around me
drawing me closer until
just love's between us

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Black clouds at sunset,
Wispy calligraphy,
Against a golden
Western sky,
Read the same
From left to right,
Or right to left,
A mighty message,
Read by dreamers
And slightly mad poets,
Who can see such things,
And understand them.

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*in this breathless night
giggles, whispers, and laughter
playful like children

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I live in a land of dreams,
Pursuing shadows of
Fantasies of
Past and future,
Seeking beauty
And truth...
Not always the same,
But equally important
To my heart and mind,
Yet, upon my quest,
Diverted and detained
By folk and images,
I wish not to allow
To disrupt
My imaginary
Existence,
So real to me.

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*lie so still for me
teach me your deepest desires
our little secret

*i'll be your refuge
from life's troubles and its fears
and you will be mine

*dawn's kiss is so sweet
but i must say that i've learned
your lips are sweeter

*held within your arms
i desire your caresses
surrender to you

*we two lovers write
of romance using our own
plots and dialogue

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I see faces in the clouds,
Hear hear stories on the wind,
Knowing you can see
And hear them too,
For the wind once spoke with you,
And, moving on about the world,
Passed the message along,
In the winds
Which push the cloud portraits about,
Until its story can be spoken
As I look up and see your face,
In the soft billows in the sky.

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*sunset on the bay
soft ripples of gold and blue
one gull company

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If there be an idol in my home,
Upon my shelf an ancient tome,
I almost daily stoop to peruse,
The thoughts within this book, my muse,
Or, at least, the one that I can view,
But, most inspiration comes from you.

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*turn your soft pages
read your sweetest parts held close
in the fading light

*silver skinned goddess
beckoning in the moonlight...
immortality

THURSDAY 20191121

*touches tantalize
careful caresses converge
pulsating pleasure

*did you love someone
i'm glad you've sweet memories
but now please be mine

FRIDAY 20191122

My favorite love story,
Tale of you and me,
Written, read, and re-read,
Again and again,
Each time your words appear,
The thought of you,
Behind my daily moments
Assumes its brilliance,
Blinding and reminding,
Me of the beauty,
We have come to share,
Through words and thought.

-----

*fingers mark the place
separating the pages
you wish me to read

*sweet forbidden fruit
tempting beyond the garden
it's my task to tend

*listen with your eyes
my words spoken in your mind
poems made feeling

*hold me hold me tight
cuddle close share warmth with me
breathe into my heart

*you're pressed against me
with tight embrace from behind
i kiss your warm neck

*tears streak down my cheek
as i read your life story
begin revisions

*between halting words
fill gaps with understanding
of my love's meanings

*she gasps breathlessly
her desires and promises
again and again

*much too far apart
all plans thwarted by distance
joined by our desires

*you make me write things
dreams and pretty poetry
as you share your mind

*so dignified she's
perfectly at ease on knees
and happy to please

SATURDAY 20191123

all the lovely words
i strive to weave together
in describing you

-----

If I could dream
But one more time,
The thrilling dreams
A young man knew,
Before the world so
Wearied him,
Shook him out,
Dried him in
The hot sun of life,
I would go back into
The deepest fantasy,
Most romantic love
I ever dreamed
To find you,
Hold you,
Forever.

-----

These crackling leaves beneath my feet,
The present evidence of this Autumn,
This here and now,
Transport me back across days and years,
Across oceans unto foreign lands,
Which somehow seem now so much like home,
For their leaves, I've learned
Spoke the same crinkled words in my ears,
No matter where I was,
Or will be.

-----

*be my painted love
sit naked in model's pose
i'll draw with my words

-----

*no matter how low
i know she's there beside me
lifting me back up

*pages of one book
we two are a love story
written by the gods

-----

What power has the moon within itself?
Existing, a cold colorless stone, often dark as night,
Hanging inconspicuously in distant space,
Black on black, yet, reflecting sun's distant rays,
It becomes a bright night jewel in the ebony sky,
Beloved of lovers, sharing its borrowed light,
In another way, changing hot fire to cold light.
Through some strange alchemy it transmutes,
Day's unrare gold into night's sacred silver,
Sorcerer's substance through arcane powers
Turning all it touches mystically wondrous.

-----

*my eyes burn deeply
exposing most naked thoughts
making us both smile

SUNDAY 20191124

Footsteps stir the leaves,
Some leaping up
In the wind,
As if to catch my attention.
In their whispers I hear
A loving voice,
In their patterns I see
The gentle, wistful smile,
Of someone so far away,
A loving voice,
Whispering to me,
In the passing of
The fallen leaves,
That we are together,
Even when so far apart.

-----

*closing of my day
shadow of night encroaches
gobbling up the light

*i can't help myself
my thoughts turn to you each day
without my asking

*i feel your touch
as your words and mine hold hands
strolling in the world

*open wide your gate
guide me into your garden
obey our natures

*never so wondrous
garden of a thousand blooms
your one is enough

*fall asleep with me
in your mind echoes of words
that i wrote for you

*soft silken petals
the skirts of her blushing rose
spread beneath my breeze

-----

If the wind should pass by me
Whispering its usual tales
Should I listen for your words?
Will you send me messages,
By breeze and sun and moon?
Have the stars spell out
The love story that is
Natural and nature to us as
The rest of earth,
The universe and all?

-----

*your innocent dance
naive seduction with words
sincere shared desires

MONDAY 20191125

*just wear your smile love
shy timid i trust you smile
that's more than enough

*no smooth young girls please
for me the textured woman
ripened on the bush

*yes a chilly day
but the rising of her skin
caused by soft caress

*her sweet ripened fruit
savory juices dripping
my sinful delight

*i drink from love's well
with its warm waters flowing
as if to bathe me

*warm wine flavored lips
hers to mine the tastes we share
flowing between us

-----

Standing alone beneath the moon,
As the night wind begins
To sing its evensong,
Reciting tales of
Lovers past
And yet to come,
Such ones as you and I,
Who have pledged our love
Despite the distances between us.

-----

From the forges of the Middle Ages,
Born in flame and glowing steel,
Came the armor and the art
Of that time, both dipped in blood,
For, to be an artist, could be
A form of death warrant,
The skill of the craftsman's hands,
In either case deciding fate,
Of poet and armored prince,
Tales of daring and loving,
Young and old and high and low,
Bound together by sword and pen.

-----

How ancient are the arts of love?
What cave maiden first enticed
Her bear skin covered hunter,
With the sway of hip
The thrust of breast,
Lift of lip,
Beside a smoky fire,
In a dimly lit cave,
As, from some darkened corner,
Came the sounds
Of what they too
Were about to do?

-----

TUESDAY 20191126

*her flower blooms best
love's caress and tender kiss
in succulent warmth

(alternate)
*rosy bloom tended
love's caress and tender kiss
in succulent warmth

*reveal your true self
expose innocent desires
slip into my heart

-----

She wanders through the night,
Flowers, twinkling stars,
Clutched in her unseen hands,
Lady Moon, smiling to herself,
And at all we lovers below.
I remember her loving lullaby,
Silver susurration of sound,
Softly sibilant as was the snow
Whispering through evening air,
Brushing branches in its fall,
In another place and time...
A memory of mine.

-----

*beating waves raise us
you and i lifted up tossed
dropped upon the shore

*my touch says much more
than all words at my command
one touch... you would know

WEDNESDAY 20191127

*i ache to touch
one who lives so far away
if but with my mind

*i drink your hot words
feel the warmth in my belly
spreading throughout me

*ribbons of desire
so gaily wrapped about us
gift for all seasons

*we read love poems
cursive script on old parchment
with candles and wine

*lady godiva
riding naked through the town
bareback you might say

*if i had found you
in some other place and time
would i loved like this?

*master of the feast
caught up in festivities
appetites sated

*your past means little
i love you as you are now
woman you became

*one dear gentle thorn
hard guard within her petals
its prick ecstasy

-----

In morning cold beside the pond,
Reflecting on old memories,
Lingering sounds of old songs,
Soft as dust on the wind,
Voices singing forgotten tunes,
To the music of instruments,
Only I can hear,
Or, perhaps, only the cries,
Of wild birds on the wing.

-----

*i always see you
even when you think i don't
i can't not see you

*i will unwrap you
my special holiday gift
for hours of pleasure

THURSDAY (THANKSGIVING) 20191128

Gray light paints
Rain wet streets,
Slowly illuminating,
Turning shadows
Into trees,
Moons into streetlamps,
Fancies and fantasies,
Into dreams, which,
As they must,
Fade before reality,
As I watch the rain wet street
Outside my window,
And wonder why
You're not here with me.

-----

*should we be normal
what fun would that be for us
on the beach at dawn

under one blanket
kissing touching lovingly
watching the sun rise

driven by the surf
pounding on the shore to our
mutual pleasure

three sequential haiku telling a short, very short, story

-----

*rival of the wind
love's swift travel heart to heart
two falcons in flight

*too lonely the nights
moon only able to shine
upon distant loves

*footsteps in my mind
phantom touches i dream of
all that i can claim

-----

Give names to the dead.
Do not merely erect monuments
Of blank hard granite,
And, carve thereon,
Letters spelling names
Of those who have
Marched the last march,
Gone down beneath
That lonesome bugle's call,
And the last slow
Salute of comrades.,

Give names to the dead,
Call them brother and sister,
And remember them
As they were
As they would want
To be remembered,
Proud and prepared
To do their duty
As they had promised.
Make that their monument,
And never forget.

-----

*the touch of soft silk
caresses your skin conceals
and also reveals

*cold wet and hungry
deep thirst and burned by the sun
i did my duty

FRIDAY 20191129

*rest your head on me
hear a message a love song
within my heartbeats

-----

Connections are so strange.
Walking on a cold morning,
I smell wood smoke.
Someone nearby has a fire in their fireplace.
I look at chimneys seeking the smoke,
And, though I see no smoke,
I see all the other fireplaces
I have sat before.
My boyhood home in Florida.
Another where I sat one night,
Smoking cigarettes,
Drinking beer, and...
Writing poetry.
Several in homes now far behind me,
With their memories...
Some good, some bad,
But mine.
Memories made of chimneys
And anonymous
Wood smoke.

-----

*read me as you will
my words only show my thoughts
you must hear with yours

*touching with my gaze
stripping away the veneer
see you as you are

*i hand you coffee
fingers touch for a moment
that i'll remember

*our language of love
it doesn't always have words
yet uses lips and tongue

-----

Unlike the leaves of fall,
Our past selves do not
Return vibrant and new,
With the passing of the seasons.
Nor, like the leaves of the book,
Can we return to earlier chapters,
But in memory.
We can only be
As new as we are each day,
Read our story,
Write the next chapter,
Shine in our present glory.

-----

SATURDAY 20191130

*walking concrete streets
i return to beach and woods
with each of my steps

-----

In the evening air
Of a Florida long ago,
Mr. Nicholson's beagles bark,
A cat or other animal disturbing them,
The sound through the open windows,
Into the quiet living room
Of my boyhood
As I sit with my father.
Dogs and Mr. Nicholson,
And my father,
Long gone,
Except in my memory.

-----

*i don't ask for much
the most i ever desire
to make you happy

*never deny you
completion of your desires
always at your side

*if a voice calls you
from a place within your dreams
please believe it's mine

-----

Lights of the night are
Lost in the bright of day.
Sun, which lit earth's satellite,
Extinguishes her at birth,
Too jealous to share sky
With moon or other lights,
Though they are there,
To small and afraid
To compete with
That imperious star.

-----

*a blushing blossom
luring the unsuspecting
bedewed with honey

-----

*i'll sip from your cup
love's warm elixir called forth
by our passion's heat

-----

*climb up the tower
seek your lover at its top
then return to earth

-----

Copyright December 2019 by Donovan Baldwin

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By Donovan Baldwin

Friday 20191018

Old wooden boards
Cobbled together
Into a pathway
Across the marsh
Into the woods
Man built thing
Leading to the wild
Where we came
Where we must go
The place we
Cannot leave behind
Always a part of us
The human animal
Escaped from the wild
Seeking to return.

-----

*beneath gliding stars
comets and astral eddies
in reverent awe

(Above haiku suggested by "Of the Nature of Things" by Titus Lucretius Carus)

*lights above the sea
beckoning weary sailors
home to safe harbors

*o'ermastered by love
posturing in mating dance
maddened by desire

*from those lips soft words
breaths and whispers promises
of carnal delights

*how hard it may be
to bend words to my designs
capturing your heart

*profane be my thoughts
though my true desires are pure
lust and love alike

Saturday 20191019

Standing up becomes steps,
A few steps becomes a walk,
That walk can become a journey,
Any journey can become an adventure,
And adventure becomes life...
And a reason to just stand up...
For sitting is only
For reading about...
The adventures of others.

-----

*purpose of bright skies
assignment of silver moon
illuminate love

* old homer's ghost speaks
glory's tales and insane gods
as we listen rapt

*her rose a blossom
deliciously unfolding
softly in her dew

*want to tell your heart
things it can understand
behind all my words

*unwritten poem
words both silent and spoken
loving living rhyme

*sailing living seas
driven by thunderous storms
alive with daring

*at some other time
we knew and loved and then died
but our love did not

*i would climb her walls
see touch and taste her blossoms
within her garden

*may i write my words
loving fingers on your skin
spelling my desires

*poet weaves her tale
his dancer of poetry
living in his words

*mutual desires
each passionate urge woven
into love's own bonds

Sunday 20191020

(This poem suggested to my mind while reading "Walking" by Henry David Thoreau.)

I stack my books upon wooden shelves
Take them down and set them back,
One by one, picking and choosing
Thoughts and friends from among
Their aging pages,
But, for my own thoughts,
I will wander off somewhere,
Gazing at the green of grass,
The gold and brown of sunflowers,
The blue of water and of sky,
Beneath a gleaming sun
Or glowing moon.

-----

*attack me with love
penetrate my defenses
which i cast aside

*love is not abstract
undefined yet positive
our sweet paradox

*streaming down my face
elixir of our desires
served up with grace

*where the body goes
too the heart that both may breathe
the warm summer wind

*twilight sensation
breeze of memories passing
brings sadness and joy

Monday 20191021

*lurking lover me
afraid to speak even breathe
for fear you'll vanish

*no land has woman
for she is her own country
to explore and love

*who tames a woman
if she does become docile
it is of her choice

*weakness of my heart.
at the thought of you, the sight...
all else fades away

Tuesday 20191022

It was party every night,
Wine and song and laughter
Flowed so freely,
The problems of the world
Ours to solve,
Without understanding,
For we were young and right,
And, could do no evil,
Never realizing that someday,
We would be causes of problems,
The young ones needed to solve.

-----

*let's not make complex
this simple intricacy
referred to as love

*as lace caresses
reveals lovely hidden truth
my words cover you

*gleaming silver skin
moonlight etching light and dark
you its work of art

*our blossoms touching
in ardent pollination
life and love unite

*dawn flowers exposed
stretching out into the light
awakening me

*between two soft moons
i, solitary planet
place myself to rest

*peeling back layers
her blossom opens shyly
shows blushing beauty

*secrets appearing
as with a smile she reveals
what i've only dreamed

*plunging to her depths
bathing in her warm grotto
surfacing refreshed

*sounds of naked joy
laughing whispers in the dark
two lovers at play

Wednesday 10/23/2019

*tight within my arms
you're fitted to my body
every curve in place

*your hills and valleys
such luscious soft terrain
explored not conquered

*fantasies fulfilled
beginning with shy touches
hesitant kisses

*did i just dream you
or were you born human flesh
warmly delightful

*a wet tide rises
warm waves caress us bringing
pleasant weariness

*the taste of your tongue
adventuresome lips gainst mine
as we trade kisses

*we are yin and yang
each fulfilling the other
loving completeness

*his breath blows through her
a last chill thrills thrusting mounds
twin peaks arising

Thursday 20191024

*with my loving eyes
i caress body and soul
rapt with her beauty

*romance is not place
time nor activity
it is the person

*ice covered being
brittle... a tree in winter
please treat me gently

*things happened back then
stories too long to tell here
yet relived daily

*hands cannot touch all
so i caress you with words
proclaiming wonder

*the soft rise and fall
quiet breath beneath your breast
enchanting moment

*parting her soft reeds
seeking the honeyed petals
her hothouse flower

*hard and soft unite
secrets passed between the two
soft moans and sharp gasps

*her reeded delta
yields to my exploration
i disappear within

*her hands grasping sheets
gasping breaths filled with desires
thrashing with pleasure

Saturday 20191026

*I hear the earth songs,
The voices on the wind,
Singing of the trees,
Words made of
The sounds of coyote,
Bird, and bee,
I see the art of nature,
Paintings in green
And gold and blue,
Royal scarlet,
Colors beyond my palette,
To describe
Common
In the rising
And setting of the sun,
The perfectly hewn
Statue of a flower,
A rabbit,
One tiny blackberry,
In colors and textures,
Which can be touched,
And breathed,
And tasted,
And remembered
Forever...
Something no human
Artist nor poet can achieve.

-----

*too full to contain
i pour myself over you
filling your desires

*exploring our love
the touches and tastes of you
endless addiction

*as soft falling snow
you touch me the gentlest way
leaving me wanting

*i see memories
we have not even made yet
wait their arrival

*future christmas
we kiss beneath some mistletoe
giving of ourselves

*why were you so long
i waited lifetimes for you
my hopes were dimming

*one ray of sunshine
parted the darkness of night
you are my sunrise

*we made love last night
as so many nights before
only in my dreams

*fingers like small pets
nuzzling nibbling pleasantly
within your warm nest

Sunday 20191027

*a moment with you
is a lifetime of loving
never forgotten

*i cannot resist
you simply being yourself
sweetest seduction

*you led me astray
but how i wanted you to
over and over

give me what i need
offer your sweetest nectar
quench my burning thirst

*shy morning blossom
blushing bud in the garden
dew on her petals

*warm silver honey
moonlight flavors her petals
exquisite delight

*if i could hold you
help you through this day and then
the ones that follow

*hidden messages
the secrets you trust me with
quietly treasured

Monday 20191028

Cradled in my arms you lie,
Head resting trustfully
As, your lover, I,
So lustfully,
Inflame my hot desires,
With tender loving touch
Yet strive to tame the fires
Which fill me with so much
Love and wanting
Stealing my rest
Your presence so haunting
As you lay upon my breast.

-----

*perfect sucubus
welcome in my fitful dreams
take control of me

*attacked with kisses
she ripostes with caresses
we thrust through and through

*the waves roll over
bathing us in rising warmth
as we sink beneath

*we make sounds of love
visceral beyond mere words
fully understood

Tuesday 20191029

You would not understand,
Though you would try your best,
If I were to tell you all,
The past of me,
The dreams of me,
The past happiness
And present pain
That makes me me.
There's darkness in me
That you will never understand
Though you would try your best.

-----

*there's a tide in me
like the roll of ocean waves
each time i see you

*i try to do right
if wanting you is not right
i fail willingly

*your flavor lingers
on my tongue and in my mind
constant reminder

*curly filaments
tickling my face and fingers
pleasant sin-sation

*your treasured goblet
brim full with love's honeyed mead
lifted to my lips

*share the erotic
tell me your best fantasies
then we'll act them out

*we have but minutes
to share lifetimes of desires
yet we do our best

*haunt my daring dreams
take a chance on love with one
who understands life

*my lips and your lips
wet and sharing love's sweet tastes
combining flavors

*as rain beats the roof
we dance to nature's rhythm
so sensually

*read you like a book
turning your pages with fingers
and loving touches

*beyond what's allowed
i will go that far with you
no reservations

Wednesday 20191030

*winks at me and smiles
teeth sinking into ripe fruit
nectar on her chin

*if you were perfect,
what would i then have to be?
perfect together.

*awake my desire
cover me as dawn rises
your body on mine

Thursday 20191031

*a hex upon me
bewitched by my own desires
and the lure of you

*hidden behind words
my touches and glances felt
lover with a pen

*twisted mass of love
heated and hammered anew
into poetry

*feel your blood grow warm
at the heat of words and gaze
and touch of my hand

the body grows old
skils and strengths all fade away
memory remains

*share your secret book
spread your leaves for poet's pen
become my poem

-----

Copyright November 2019 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, haiku, love, poems, poet, poetry

friction creates heat
rub each other the right way
and the sparks will fly

-----

memories of love
something which not yet happened
future history

-----

loving the wonder
of your quivering body
in throes of passion

-----

journey into dreams
unfolding upon our bed
love's awakening

-----

sharing mingled breath
whispering love mouth to mouth
bodies caressing

-----

beneath sun dried sheets
stiffly hiding our desires
deep within their folds

-----

loving on the beach
under a common blanket
to the beat of surf

-----

sugar sweet kisses
sharing treats of touch and taste
loving our dessert

-----

our inhibitions
dissolved in the heat of lust
purified by love

-----

Copyright October 2019 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: bed, caressing, donovan baldwin, haiku, love, lust, mouth to mouth, poem, poet, poetry, throes of passion

Speak those words to me,
The ones so long held within,
Kept captive in your breast
For fear of censure upon
Your baring of desire.
Speak, love, I command,
Those words to me,
For I would know every truth,
Having you beautiful and naked
In both my arms and heart.

-----

no preconceptions
be whoever you must be
that's who i would love

-----

taste of smoothest cream
eat her delicious dessert
hard sweet cherry treat

-----

tribal memory
ancient stories of lovers
woven in our lives

-----

desert oasis
in the heat and emptiness
you cool my fever

-----

i gladly enter
into the divine abyss
of a woman's love

-----

erotic flavor
your taste lingers in my mouth
after your flower's kiss

-----

pressing against me
imprinting yourself on me
marked by my woman

-----

lacy filigree
soft hair surrounding your face
frame to work of art

-----

Copyright September 2019 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: abyss, beautiful, cherry, desert oasis, donovan baldwin, haiku, love, naked, poems, poet, poetry, tribal memory, woman

you are golden flame
sensuously licking me
with your burning tongue

-----

Decadent my desires,
So they would tell me,
Yet, when I hold you,
I cannot imagine
Any evil within
Our ardent embrace
Or its ultimate end,
Which we both desire,
With amorous breaths
Respectful caresses,
For a lifetime of unity.

-----

a form of madness
flowing poetry of words
not real yet most real

-----

loving beyond laws
exploring adventuring
pleasure's boundaries

-----

in our secret rooms
lovers permitted entry
their ticket our trust

-----

happiness, pleasure,
more important than mine
yours, for that will be ours

-----

i do not matter
your happiness and pleasure
what i care about

-----

i find my teen self
in this ancient gray haired man
who now understands

-----

wish I could drop out
disappear take her with me
start over again

-----

my absent lover
still always present within
mysterious void

-----

as embers in the wind
i watch your erotic dance
weaving love in air

-----

neither of us slave
each master of the other
by common desire

-----

smoke upon the air
you swirl warmly around me
part of every breath

-----

a mystic blossom
your majestic flowering
garden of one bloom

-----

Reminders, constant,
Not the person
I like to think I am,
Failure in the moment,
Just when I think
I'm doing well...
Reminders...
Just to keep me on my toes,
Realize my failures...
Reminders...
Of weaknesses and errors.

-----

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our secret market
where we barter kiss for kiss
touches for touches

-----

your love a diamond
my endless goal perfect gem
in ideal setting

-----

as each night passes
i write out my love in verse
words reveal my soul

-----

i poet, singer
troubadour seeking your love
offering mine to you

-----

i savor your fruit
puckered berries tasty ripe
offered with your love

-----

love's wine light and warm
tangy and sweet to my taste
i crave all you have

-----

Labels: donovan baldwin, haiku, kiss, love, night, poems, poet, poetry, troubadour, wine

Were I Hercules,
Old tired demigod,
Strong enough to dare,
I would defy the gods,
Offer you my protection,
The strength of my soul,
Might of my arm,
Forever...
Guarding and guiding,
You,
Sacred woman,
Most treasured of all,
Who offered yourself to me.

I do so dare,
Eternally.

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