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The smells carried in on the off-shore wind, Were a book once read to me. A story told in a thousand holds, That border on the sea. Far behind, yet still, marking the will, Of the man I've grown to be, No stretch of plains, no mountain range, Can keep me from the sea. If my soul may return from casket or urn, Let it sail, let it soar high and free. I'll be a gull that screams and sculls, In the spray above the sea. • Donovan Baldwin

Holding hands as we walk, Bumping into each other on purpose. Looking across the table, Sharing a sunset, sunrise, Feeding ducks, Reading poetry in the park, Sharing silly jokes, Kissing in the theater, Laughing at The pure pleasure, Of being together... Making love in public. • Donovan Baldwin

Something about campfires At the edge of the sea at night, Away from so called civilization. There's a primal return to Feelings of an earlier time, When such things as the Flickering light holding back The night which covers the land And the sea softly, reflecting the fire, Whispering secrets to the shore, While the moon and stars Watched as they have For millennia, was to our Ancestors, a natural thing, Remaining a part of our Unforgotten memories. • Donovan Baldwin

my muse before me the one who sees my poems... before they're written • Donovan Baldwin

profane be my thoughts though my true desires are pure lust and love alike • Donovan Baldwin

he unfolds petals a blossom to be proud of... with beads of morning dew • Donovan Baldwin

seeking adventure dark figure in the forest... led her to the light • Donovan Baldwin

silver nude sculpture upon the moon's pewter bed... lovers uncovered • Donovan Baldwin

lashed by poetry she cries out with each new verse... deep marks left on her • Donovan Baldwin

sensual woman matured with age and knowledge ripened by desire • Donovan Baldwin