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kneel at her altar touching all her sacred places holy rituals • Donovan Baldwin

On my morning paper route, Cobwebs spanned the path I rode on my bicycle, Through the woods from One house to another, Sparkling with the dew, It seemed a shame to Tear through them daily, Head down and arm up, Literally in headlong flight. • Often it would still be dark when I finished delivering my papers, and, on some warm mornings, I'd go down to the bay, take off my clothes, and skinny dip a little. • Donovan Baldwin

I miss filling my fountain pen, The smooth slide of inked nib Over paper, something more Satisfying than... Clicking, clacking keys, So impersonal, When I have known Writing as a hands on Experience in earlier years. Like the glide of pencil Lead, not really lead, but, It's what we said, upon The lined paper, Becoming poetry. • Donovan Baldwin

Burning hot engine block Busted knuckle Hand slippery on the wrench With sweat and blood. Who designed this anyway? No room to work without Scraping, scratching, or Burning something. Cold beer, sweat and pain... Fun Satuday afternoon! • Donovan Baldwin

i am a blank page write your poetry on me words i won't forget • Donovan Baldwin

Clusters of wisteria Brightly purple hung In the corner of Our backyard Accent to more subdued Yellow and white flowers Of wild honeysuckle, and, The short-lived white blooms Preceding lush blackberries. My faded photo taken sometime between 1960-1970. • Donovan Baldwin

her lover's hot breath touching sensitive places she sighs with pleasure fingers tracing words writing forbidden phrases upon her hot skin lips spill blazing lust flames upon her thirsting mouth setting her on fire • Donovan Baldwin

astride love's ocean endless waves so like the sea crashing within her • Donovan Baldwin

Have you felt the wind caress your body, Not whip clothes around, but the Touch on your bare skin Breathing on you? Have you ever been naked in nature, Feeling the caress of sun on skin That is never revealed But in private? Have you walked with someone Stripped of all pretense Bared body and soul For shared love? • Donovan Baldwin

A summer glade A boy becoming aware Of life and love And his own body. Tasting the pleasures, Sun on skin, Wind breathing As if a lover On naked flesh, Total freedom No restrictions, Most erotic pleasure Of the touch of Leaves and branches At last in the hands Of a lover In the woods Of summer. • Donovan Baldwin

after the loving let's sip some wine and converse... for that is love too • Donovan Baldwin