Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

 By Donovan Baldwin

The rain beats rhythms on your skin

A symphony of secret sin.

I trace them as they strike and flow

Lips and tongue behind them go.

Breathless, I chase the silver sting,

A thirst for wildness, on the wing.

Your skin, a canvas, etched with rain,

My lips, medicine for your pain.

Breathless, I pursue each drop

Hoping storms will never stop.

Your body only clothed by rain

So tempting to my fevered brain.

You my feast neath weeping sky,

Dance seductively as I

Touch and taste and drink my fill

Fingers drifting where they will.

So let the rain caress your skin,

Awash with past and future sin,

A promise in those beating drops,

Arousing love that never stops.

 - Copyright December 17, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, poem, poetry, rain, sin, skin

BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

I sometimes sin.
You are absent...
I take your hand,
Phantom thing,
Guide it as if
You were to touch me,
Closing my eyes
With the pleasure
Of the moment
Imagined as only
I can alone
And your hand
Is so far away,
Yet I feel your touch
And that's the sin.

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In my fragile understanding of woman.
She introduced me to personal
Intricacies of her body, guiding
An innocent boy, longing to learn,
Along her lustful loving
pathways of pure passion,
Love taken to loftiest levels,
Stripped of sin, made holy
Blazing with innocent intensity.

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From warm air to cool water,
Skin prickling, tingling
As I slipped deeper into
The loving ocean which,
Unlike the air and sun
Dared touch all over
Raising, rousing,
All young senses,
Bringing dreams,
As I floated,
Embraced in
Its loving
Familiar
Way.

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true lovers embrace no shame in their nakedness... expose everything

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Memories of boyhood,
Blackberries, bicycles,
Swimming in the bay,
And baseball.
The thunk thunk thunk
Of the ball slapping
Into our gloves,
Crack of bat on ball, trying
To pitch like Whitey Ford,
Hit like Mickey Mantle,
Field like Nellie Fox
At the age of twelve.


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Couldn't hear the words
But, from the waving of arms,
The golfers were quite angry,
We boys wondering why they
Were so bothered as we
Rode our bicycles across
The first and eighteenth
Fairways, between tee and cup.


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never sought my love
watched dawn beside the ocean...
hoped she would find me


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Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, haiku, poem, poetry, sin, touch, woman

By Donovan Baldwin

Goddess Pele
Her erupting pent up passions,
Spewing hottest of love's lava,
Glowing with her exertions,
Primeval dance of erotic
Desires and satisfactions,
Never achieved only cooled,
To arise and burst forth
In timeless display of
The fiery soul imprisoned,
In her earthly body.

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She is but a dream
A mystic figure
Glimpsed in the wings of
The backlit stage of my mind,
Stepping into the spotlight,
Innumerable times a day
Performs for me her most
Sensual temptations
Fading back into
Swirling mists
Of desire and
Fantasy.

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naked neath my words
want to hold you the same way...
open poetry

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this haunting vision
her ethereal presence...
fantasy woman

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when you spoke your wish
left it floating in the dark...
i was listening

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Old flannel shirt,
Battered baseball cap,
In dire need of cleaning,
Shoes for comfort,
For long walks,
Not fashion,
Dog eared books,
Underlined on
Their yellow pages
With notes in
Their margins,
Sipping wine or
Maybe bourbon,
As my mind wanders
Trying to remember
A song I haven't heard...
Yet.

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cast your magic spell
my eyes closed beneath your touch...
as i soar and burst

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though roses have thorns
we give and get them with love...
finding the beauty

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How did love become sin?
When did its physical expression
Become, anathema,
That is,
Condemned...
Truly loving souls and spirits,
Touching with ardent desire,
Be consigned to hell,
On earth and beyond,
For daring to unite
Body and mind
In unconditional,
Mutual,
Love?

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Doors and ceiling and walls,
Nave and apse,
Decorated with angels and demons,
Monsters and maidens,
As, chanting, the monks pass
In and out, intoning ancient words
Designed to summon one,
Repel the other, but,
How's a mortal man to know,
Which is which,
And which is most desired?

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In and out through doors,
Story of my life,
Into and out of
Events and times,
Leaving one,
Entering another,
Not sure what I learned,
Or, what lay before, until,
Many doorways lay
Closed behind.

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Labels: dream, goddess, haiku, love, passions, pele, poems, poetry, sin

By Donovan Baldwin

Dance for me, Salome,
Move in that fabled way
As you once did for Herod,
Demanding all he had to offer,
For your reward.

As you did him,
Make me insane with lust and want,
Push me to the place,
Where all else fades,
But you...

And nothing matters,
But my dark desire for you...
Woman...

Who can rule my heart,
Capturing its beat,
Within the movements of her body,
Stirring it with,
Designs drawn with hands and arms and legs...
Illuminated by
The dark lightning of her eyes.

Define my existence,
With just a look, a word,
A move.

Dance that sinful way for me,
Show me the steps which lead
To Heaven,
Or to Hell...

Just one time.

Dance for me that way...
Salome.

Labels: body, dance, dancing, desire, donovan baldwin, Herod, lust, poem, poet, poetry, Salome, sin