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One night the moon shone down on me, As I sat upon the sand at water's edge. She asked, for the Moon is a lady, "Why do you sit here all alone?" I replied, "I love someone very far away." "Then tell her," the Moon said, gently. I shook my head, as a cloud crossed The sky, and the face, of the caring moon. "I cannot," said I, head bowed. "Duty binds me here too far away." A chill wind crossed the water, And, I shivered, with cold and loss. Warm Moon spoke, "My light will speak for you. i will shine down outside her home each night, With poems and messages of love you send, So, she, seeing me, will think of you." I asked, "How will she ever know, that, Your silver beams are messages of love, Sent by a humble poet?" I asked in doubtr. Moon smiled brightly at my lack of faith. "She will know," sweet Moon replied, "She already knows my beams are love. until now she did not know from whom." One night the Moon, said this to me. • Donovan Baldwin

If your heart could see beyond my words, If they were to mean more to you than Mere strokes and curves on paper, And, became strokes, and curves On your skin, would your heart Beat ever faster, your breast Rise and fall with hope and Desire, the need to once Be truly loved, be held By more than words, Within loving arms Of one who now Holds love's Pen? • Donovan Baldwin

Can you be a girl again, A happy child, In love with dandelions and butterflies, Dreaming of knights in armor, And iridescent dragons, Before the world turned gray, Forced you to become a woman, With dreams pushed down, Pleasure denied... Can you be a girl again? May I help? • Donovan Baldwin

Nothing is as sweet As the first time we meet And start that ancient ritual With that first kiss. In the dark or is it bright That first touching just feels right Eyes open, lips apart The loud beating of two hearts.

At first bite it tastes so sweet Tangy tingles on the tongue Hunkering for more delights Tidbits become cravying Bloated on sugar, sickened On torrents of syrupy prose Overwhelming - it’s too much Beloved turn of phrase Is stuck on the bottom of the bowl

In solitude I contemplate The sounds I hear and feel A crow caws, coos, and rattles A top a neighboring tree I wonder what it’s saying And why it insistently calls As if seeking its murder Perhaps just perfecting its song  Then joins a barking distant dog To which mine joins along And suddenly the quiet day Breaks into joyous song

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(this is about cars after seeing a young fox smashed into the road, it's severed tail blowing down the road) The babies, the children, the animals The plants and the trees All living things Blessed by the creator Destroyed by human beings The creator’s heart is full Of the souls nay sparks Of blessed creatures  Brought to harm Not killed for food But by cars Carnage and destruction Pollution and waste Noise and danger To all innocent beings Killing each one And us -- all together

You see what I see When I look At ordinary things, Try to see The beauty that exists In so many common things, For, as poet I look, And, seeing more Than what exists, Create poetry Of words and Memory Which You and I can see. • Donovan Baldwin

No finer parchment than The surface of your mind Skin on which I have written My most erotic poetry, words Graven deep into the most Sensitive parts of your being, Until my penned desires cover The entirity of the cherished Book which is you, the paper Upon which I pour beloved ink. • Donovan Baldwin