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Who are all these shades, Figures passing as mists Across the memories Of places and times Long past? Forgotten yet remembered, Gait and voice and laugh Fists raised in anger, Hands with gentle touch, Benediction, Blessing, Dismissal. Lessons learned Without teaching All imprinted upon The man I am, The shades themselves, Fading more With passing time, More dim in memory, Than the mark they made. • Donovan Baldwin

Don't tell me who I may or may not love, Don't describe the shape or color of my desire. I will choose the person, the sex, the interests, And we will decide between us what works best for us, And the neighbors may raise their eyes, And they may gossip over the back fence, But, you and I will not care, for we know, That we love and no matter what we do, What we do and feel is love. • Donovan Baldwin

showing our secrets set aside propriety... let us be lovers together naked clothing and pretense aside... skins and souls revealed intimate moments once just private fantasies... shared as part of love ----- dark echoing moor in beautiful loneliness... cries the soul he seeks ----- blossom to candle petals unfold in the heat... rose of pastel flames ----- a weeping flower shedding tears of ecstasy... caught up in passion ----- thoughts turned to touches ancient cries from deep inside... quivers of delight ------ archpriestess intones paean and wordless orison... ecstasy's anthems ----- i've no scrap of cloth nor lingering kiss or touch... yet she left much with me ----- wonder what you're doing where you are right this moment... so blindly in love ----- hair a morning mess more arousing than "coiffure"... on a naked lover ----- If we exist only in one climate, one culture, one tribe, one set of beliefs or customs, one ecosystem, how can we know and appreciate the possibilities that exist "outside", the strengths "inside", and the existence of a universe of facts and fantasy to tease and challenge us. ----- i will learn best to touch you the way you touch me... teach by example ----- That perfect moment Dancing with you in moonlight To private music Our naked desires exposed By flowing silver movements. ----- pen scratching old scars with ink from dried blood and tears... i write poetry the love i dreamed of fantasies i hoped to know... brought to life in words maybe it is now that one dream may become real... emerging from my words ----- In our evening chats I have told the moon your name And she promised me That when she passed overhead, She'd whisper to you for me. ----- burning in her breast words i've written on her heart... i will come and claim ----- someday it will end these sad lives of empty arms... we'll fill each other ----- sexy sleepy eyes muttered words i know mean love... how you snuggle up to me ----- • Donovan Baldwin

Is there a sense you do not touch, A thought that is not somehow Linked to you, our connection Somehow, somewhere beyond Psychic, a physical and psychological Bond which makes love making Everything which happens Between our bodies and our souls, Our ecstasy an experience beyond The fleeting excitement of orgasm? • Donovan Baldwin