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speak not of old sins for in its past and present love can do no wrong this moment matters you are who you are today because of your past weep for pains and scars but stand proudly before me for I have found you • Donovan Baldwin

Late one night in a foreign land, An alien moon shone brightly, as Snow fell softly as Heaven's dust, Through convoluted, black silhouettes, Of strange, leafless trees. Around me, a stranger there, snow covered Earth, and roofs, and tree limbs, Gleaming eerily white In the cold white beams of That full and shining moon. From nowhere, from everywhere, I heard whispers, Words just beyond comprehension, Standing confused amid Their almost meanings. I listeded to these night time voices, Murmuring sibilant, silvery sounds, Whispering past black tree limbs, Leaving secret wordless messages, In my ears and in my mind, As they shimmered past upon The crisply frozen air. No one was there but me, and For one brief moment I thought, The Moon tried to speak to me, Hoping to reveal interstellar secrets, Man is not normally allowed to know, Using a shimmering language that Mortal man can never understand. • Donovan Baldwin

A bloom, a blossom, Nesting, hidden away, Awaiting flower lover, To seek and sip Sacred nectar, Humming to himself, With pleasure as From this orchid He sates himself With love's elixir, Falling with the flower, Into ecstasy and languor, At his efforts And reward. • Donovan Baldwin

carved from pure marble lightly clad nymph emerges seducing mortals • Donovan Baldwin Art: Nymphe a la coquille (Nymph with a shell) 1st century marble statue from Italy

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In 1962-63, while a senior at Pensacola Catholic High, I worked as a theater usher at the Saenger Theatre (that's how they spelled it), on Palafox Street, in downtown Pensacola, Florida. On Saturday nights, we would have a midnight movie. At about 12:30, all the adults went home leaving us teenage ushers in the "custody" of an off-duty Pensacola police officer... in uniform. Ralph, a Pensacola police officer, who shall remain last nameless, was a nice guy and the cop who usually worked the midnight movie with me and my coworker, Jim. It was customary for the ushers, to hold onto an empty popcorn box, to dip extra popcorn out of the leftover popcorn bin (usually a lot). We would set the box up on the half wall between the lobby and the back seats and would dip into the box as we watched the movie. On Saturday nights, Ralph the cop would dip in with us. One particular Saturday night, Jim, the other usher, dipped into the popcorn box and accidentally knocked a shower of popcorn over the back row. People jumped up angrily, including some large, angry specimens of humanity. Jim apologized, and all seemed forgiven. A few minutes later, I went for the box and, being a bit clumsy sent another popcorn shower over the heads of already disgruntled patrons. Like Jim, I apologized profusely, and, with a few growls, and tugs on their sleeves from wives and dates, they sat back down. After a while, Ralph the Cop, reached for the box and sent it AND the fresh load of popcorn it contained into the back rows. I didn't wait to see how Ralph was going to handle his faux pas. I ran for the lobby and hid behind one of the ornate pillars. On the other side of the lobby, Jim had chosen the same tactic. And there, between us, behind another pillar, hiding out in full uniform, badge, gun, cuffs nightstick, and all, was one of Pensacola's finest, Ralph the Cop. • Donovan Baldwin

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I would apologize For the callouses On my hands... But... You seem to like it, On certain spots, With certain rhythms, With certain pressure, Light and rough At once... • Donovan Baldwin

poet can hear words 1. whispers on the evening breeze 2. paper cannot hold • Donovan Baldwin

I reach for you. In late hours of the night, Somewhere in the dark Middle of morning, As first light pushes Against the window, The room turns gray, I reach for you, Take you, luxuriating, In the warmth of you, Heat of your love, Hear the purr Feel the wiggle. Wish it were real. • Donovan Baldwin

I know your body, and, Material man, Must say I love "you". That is "who" you are, Yet, body alone is not the attraction, Nor magnet, to hold my attention. The spirit within, behind, That beating heart, Excitement of your gasping breast, Your mind, which caught, And yet holds me. • Donovan Baldwin

reaching her inside his words serving as fingers his touch arousing • Donovan Baldwin