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I watch the way summer rain, Knowing my intentions, My desires, clear flowing pigment, Covers you, reveals you, Traces all the curves of you, Highlights textures and tints, Causes you to raise your face Open your lips as if to kiss, To drink the rain which Shapes you, forms you, Becomes you. And I enter your rain Drink flowing waters, Share in the liquid Shape of your soul. • Donovan Baldwin

what we do apart is what we'd do together... if we could but touch • Donovan Baldwin

never thought herself sexy until that day within his gaze... she saw what he saw • Donovan Baldwin

up and down her hills rising falling with each breath... of love's exertions grasping at her curves following her breathless path... gliding cross her plains at last a resting place a blossom and warm waters... journey's end delightful • Donovan Baldwin

Belly dance indeed, Named for a reason Central point of observation, Never still for eyes to settle, Gaze dancing from bright smile Offering only more secrets Just as those hinted at By changing visions of Breast and thigh and hips, Face and body and arms, In constant erotic motion To the driving beat of Music intended to arouse Dancer and watcher. • Donovan Baldwin

The morning air was softly warm. No.(http://warm.No) Not quite warm, but, not quite cold, either. Fog hung over the water of the bay, before the Sun rose, the world ending in a curtain of gray hanging a few feet from the shore. I slipped down to the leaden water lapping gently against the sand, and, Slipping off my clothes slid naked into the comforting water of the bay, While a heron watched, like Polonius, partly hidden by the fog's curtain. The water was too shallow to swim there, but, I splashed around, Reveling in the freedom, the feel of sand, water, and air, As each brushed past my boy's goose-bumped body. In less than ten minutes I returned to my bicycle on the shore, and, With my clothes, put my public identity back on, and pedaled off into the day, Leaving Mr. Heron with a story to tell about the strange bird he had seen in the fog. • Donovan Baldwin

"The notary was present, and he said that he'd never read in any book of chivalry that a knight errant had died in his bed so calmly, and in such a Christian way as don Quixote, who, amidst pity and tears of those surrounding him, gave up the ghost; that is, he died." - 'Don Quixote' by Miguel de Cervantes A TIME TO DIE By Donovan Baldwin Call when morning's blossom Lingers still before my eyes, Or when I've touched my neighbor; At that time let me die. Show me roses in a garden, or Fields stretched beneath the snow, Catch me dreaming, maybe singing, I'll be prepared to go. Don't come when hate surrounds me, or Simply take me as I sleep. At the moment of my leaving, Give me one fine thing to keep.

They tell me that I have B.O., But, "That's a lie!" I cry, "Not so!" They claim I don't bathe well at all, In bathtub or in shower stall, Because the soap I daily use, Is not the kind that they'd have me choose. Nor, do I squirt the squirty-stuff, That they assure will do enough Which keeps my pristine body sweet, From top of head, to soles of feet. My response is, "Balderdash!" That sort of stuff gives me a rash. From both boob tube and magazine, They point, and cry, "Unclean! Unclean!" Although I try my very best, Their voices wreck my nightly rest. "Your armpits and your breath both stink! Grease and hair clog the bathroom sink!" My eyes are red, my head now aches. Which pill or powder should I take? They want to sell, and not cause harm, But, they've sent me to the funny farm, Where nice young folks in white walk past, Without a word about my gas. • Donovan Baldwin

Adulthood has been given One fair shot. And I must say that I... Have not Been much amused or Gratified, Nor as a human man Well satisfied At what passes now about As adult thought And so believe I ought... To go and swing on trees, Engage in fun and play, Before they come, and Take it all away. • Donovan Baldwin

caught in twisted sheets a tangle of arms and legs... untying our knots • Donovan Baldwin

share the dawn with me as rose gold fingers tear apart... the black veil of night • Donovan Baldwin

rip open night's gown bare dawn's naked modesty... clad in wisps of gold • Donovan Baldwin