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She stands almost revealed Gust of wind the difference Tween modesty and nudity Waiting to hear my words See the widening of My eyes, hear my Intake of breath as In most natural way I with loving hands Fill in for absent breeze And we both know where This rising storm will lead. Donovan Baldwin

Sometimes as I read through comments on social media sites, I start to feel bad. So many other people are posting comments that offer deep and important thoughts on life, business, politics, religion, the economy... etc. Here I sit, chatting about climbing trees and swimming in the bay as a boy,, the beauty of sunrises and sunsets, and hinting at a lascivious side that some may wish I kept silent about. I could get a feeling of value if I was an "entertainer", someone who could make people laugh and forget their troubles... or a Will Rogers kind of guy who poked humorous holes in the conceits of the rich, famous, and powerful. Bothered me for a while. Then, I came to realize something. Perhaps there was a niche, a need, for someone who thought the simple things were important enough to talk about, think about. Someone who thought that thoughts did not always have to start at the highest levels and tackle the toughest problems... answering the most burning questions... or even the simple little day to day ones. Someone who thought a hug and a kiss and a pat on the... well, you know... were important parts of life. So, that's who I am... old guy who still enjoys climbing trees (in his mind), walking the shore by the bay, feeling the wind, listening to the birds, and wondering what's for dinner. I figure THAT'S important too... just being human... being A human. Plenty of people taking on the tough questions, and plenty of entertainers... BUT, there's only ONE of me! Donovan Baldwin

is this a song for an angel How does a relationship begin? The space is blank and it begins to fill up, A virtual world becoming actual With a feeling of attachment A feeling of passion Two people, a woman and a man Start filling the space With a word, with a kiss, with a look. A flower appears, an omen, . A smell appears, of sweetness, They approach one another The words are from one to the other The kiss is natural from one face to the other The space fills up, they walk together

true not enough words but every one I speak or write is saying i love you ----- rest upon me dear let our bodies become one in peaceful embrace ----- forget unseen face and my touch you never felt please remember words ---- words are such cold things when hot passion is desired but that's all that's left ---- she clicks the icon gaily giving out for words hearts not meant for me ----- secret things you've done secrets you desire to do helped draw me to you ----- eager lips and hands spurred on by your cries and moans make love to your skin ----- know i write for you whether you notice or not but i hope you will • Donovan Baldwin

your heartbeat racing frenzied by my fingertips spurred on by my touch ----- each line a new stroke poetry brushes her flesh his fingers at play ----- how daringly you dance stripped down to nearly nothing shadow of your truth ----- speak your wants and needs poetry is for wishing plain words for passion ----- waited a lifetime but life just kept on going not leaving much time ----- i know how you taste how your nectar gleams and flows at once salt and sweet ----- saw your heart and smiled red icon by my poem said much about you ----- in sickness and health i will do what man can do to never fail you ----- back turned to the world to hide beauty or see it better or to be herself ----- misunderstood words discipline and submission each begins with trust first you love yourself then love the reason you love loving both the same wholly committed discipline yourself to love submitting in awe • Donovan Baldwin