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To and fro Watch everyone go Rushing around For Christmas is coming Writing, mailing cards To old friends and lost loves Ordering and wrapping gifts For Christmas is nearly here Baking, cleaning, decorating Rushing all around To make it all perfect For Christmas is abound Songs and wishes of chee

You hear me say, "I love you", And yet... I often say, "I love you", Without you hearing, Without a sound, Without an action... I say, "I love you", So many times each day, In so many ways... In dreams, and hopes, And songs sung loud, Hummed, Or just thought... In images, and art, and poetry, A

I take the book of you In loving hands, And, fingers tracing, Read each of your Beautiful words, Sighing at the story, Caught up in The adventure, Excitement of Loving you, and, As the story Reaches climax, Drink deep sweet Soaring sounds, That your words Make upon my lips. • Donovan Baldwin

In some secluded cove A small boat rocks at anchor, Disturbed less by waves Than by the efforts Of lovers safe aboard, Who use the silent safety And solitude to practice The arts of love as Nature intended. • Donovan Baldwin

blessing and curse the words cannot be turned off we die together • Donovan Baldwin

feel my mind touching places only words can reach far beyond mere flesh • Donovan Baldwin

So you love another way, Following a different path, Does that mean that You and I cannot walk Together for a while, And, perhaps, Touching fingers, Holding hands, Stopping to Look into hearts, Find some common bond, That allows us to Love one another In our own way? • Donovan Baldwin

Just read an aphorism on another site: "If you want something you never had, you must do something you've never done." Short, pithy, and like many aphorisms, subject to debate, with plenty of examples to prove that it's not true all the time. Even so, it holds truth. If you want to be a doctor, o

my muse stands naked says words only i can hear inspiring my soul opening herself shares every possible way her inspiration from her daring font flows the words the poetry that i claim as mine • Donovan Baldwin

part of love might be growing closer and closer until we are one not one entity but a new creature born of our new unity bonded together yet each remaining unique fully self aware

"I love you..." Words spoken are a way, To pass the message... A favor done, without, Asking for something In return... Another way. A touch in passing, A stolen kiss, An intimate pat, Or quick caress... Still more... Something NOT done, Perhaps not noticed, Could be too. All ways can say it, S

Where do I end and you begin As we, eternally embraced, Bodies and minds melting Into one another, Penetrating, Filling, Each opening, Pouring into one another, As summer rain wets the naked body, Until every inch is soaked and The loving drops course Across flesh each runnel Its own caress, not

evocative rose images beyond the bloom... love's lustful blossom • Donovan Baldwin

Nature's good for poetry... Not merely storms and wind, And warm rain and Ice cold sleet, all of which, Touch and arouse so Many thoughts and feelings, But, natural thoughts And feeling arising from Most natural inner storms Of buffeting desires, And blasts of fulfillment. • Donovan Baldwin

somewhere between stars past limitless horizons... love stretches onward • Donovan Baldwin

Believe me, dear, I love my words, I pick them especially, To fit you curve for curve, To fill the empty spaces, And to touch you in All the places Hands and kisses Cannot reach, but, I would sometimes wish, To make the words stop, And show you with Hands and kisses, And quiet gazes, What you mean t

not simply poems eternal conversations i hold with myself • Donovan Baldwin

his words touching her spread upon her eager skin held in her own hands • Donovan Baldwin

neck bared to his mouth heart thrown open to his words exquisite poison • Donovan Baldwin

I read down and down and down Ready to find the next line, The next sentence, The next word, The next icon, Eager and anxious for Your appearance, Seeking, searching, You've been gone so long, These last few minutes. • Donovan Baldwin

When I look into your eyes, I lose myself, While gaining so much more. Our eyes meet and I feel, Our spirits begin to join. I feel myself joining with you, In a way that leaves me without A full separation between 'You' and "Me'. In my mind your whole being Becomes a part of me As I feel whateve

Body pressed to body, Skin contoured to skin, Hands pouring touches Over one another's secrets, Fingers nesting as eager birds Seeking warm nests and Ripening buds of fruit, Sipping waters of life and love, From rising springs. • Donovan Baldwin

flitting page to page tone and texture of her tale... beneath her fingers • Donovan Baldwin

Each string its own sad note As the old fingers achingly dance Up and down the neck of The old guitar which seems To remember the songs From another time and place, As lovers listen, eyes locked Upon one another's remembering Past lovemaking and future, Caused by night and wine And music of bold des

love which we express through our united bodies carnal and divine • Donovan Baldwin

Rawhide and satin, Smells of earth and ocean, Poet deals daily with Harmonics of Displaced prescience, Dichotomies of dissonance, Within and without this Universe which is I, Doing what must be done, An ancient ritual Sacrificing dead things To the living, Giving life which The world denied To that

Body no longer young, But, oh, the mind, The heart, The soul, The dancing of her eyes, The glances and words Which revealed The secret passions of her mind, All that she has, Willingly and, Unwittingly, Revealed to me of the youth, The eternal dancing youth, The flame that burns within, How could I

POEM: IF ONLY IN MEMORY 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 book, Can we return to earlier chapters, If only in memory. We mortals can only be As new as we are each day, Reading our story to the world,

following her heart she approaches me quickly claims her rightful place • Donovan Baldwin

pretends not to care her bosom rises and falls... suppressed excitement • Donovan Baldwin Art: Reclining nude woman reading a book Painting by Jean-Jacques Henner