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at touch of your hand i gasp in intense pleasure quiver with delight • Donovan

looked into her eyes at one unguarded moment saw her hidden fires • Donovan Baldwin

taut legs tangled sheets each moan a lusty whisper winning her struggle • Donovan Baldwin

Idyllic interlude, Sweet moment in the day, Head pillowed on your thigh, Sipping sweet nectar from Your honeyed well, Hidden beneath the reeds, Below your full, lush, Low hanging fruit, Tipped with hard, Tantalizing berries, Firm and warm to touch, Delicious to the taste, Sweet fruits which offer Such fulfilling pleasure And, as I amuse myself... You ask for more. • Donovan Baldwin

See her there, The naked woman on the canvas, Model staring at another place Another time. Is she thinking about The millions who will see her, Adore her, Lust for her, Curse her for her lewd display, Or that the artist will live forever, His face forgotten, While her name will perish, But face and form remain? • Donovan Baldwin

The deadly games they play today, Which just might whisk the world away, Exchanging night time for the day, Sleeping but to rise and play. Children grow, yet children stay, All is sunshine, all's a game, Each calls the other evil names, All things change and life's the same. Soon might fall a hot dry rain, As night comes forth to eat the day, The children all will go away... There will be no more games to play. • Donovan Baldwin

Hide me in your heart, dear, From those two cruel, and, Endlessly encroaching beasts, The brothers, age and time. Protect me in your warm arms, Hold me tightly to your breast, So, when time comes and I leave, Some part of me may stay with you. Lock my memory deep within, Some secret place which only, May be visited by you, and, A god who loves lost poets. Sing my songs, sweet *Mayari, Charming goddess of the Moon, And write my name forever, With silver lines upon the sea. O, you wondrous one, Who came into my life so late, Know you turned back time, With your gift of youth to age. • Donovan Baldwin ---- *Mayari - In Philippine mythology, the goddess of the moon and ruler of the world during nighttime.

No songs, no smiles, No hint of laughter, Until today... You did nothing except, Dare to share my story, Talk to me, and thus, Free a lead-lined corner Of my heart. Did you know what you were doing, Or suspect when day started, The glad good you would do, Just by being you? I am so happy you are who you are, For, that is who I needed, Waiting for you, Looking for you, But, now, I think, I hope, You're here. • Donovan Baldwin

I have walked with ghosts, More fearsome than those who haunt houses, Or, walk endlessly upon old battlefields. I have walked with guilt and blame, For things done, not which Could not ever be undone. How we dread the quiet time, The times memory will serve us up, All the unhappy memories. Kittens dead, and loves long past, Might have beens, which now, years later, We only now know how to make come true. All the dreams we let slip away, Desires we treasured, held for years, and, Let slip away. • Donovan Baldwin

Say, "fantasy", and people think, Of love, at best, Of sex, at worst... Or maybe also "best", But... I treasure most, My nundane fantasies of you... Reaching for something in the cupboard... Laughing at a joke you heard... Straightening my tie for me... Standing beside me in a museum... Brushing back a strand of hair... Eating popcorn from the same box... Setting a cup of coffee in front of me... Walking through Autumn leaves... Silhouetted against the window... Taking my hand and cuddling... As we watch the Sun go down. When I say, "I fantasize about you..." It's these mundane fantasies I mean. • Donovan Baldwin

I'm lying in the mud, water mixing with my blood, Perhaps I'm riding in a track or in a Jeep. I'm cozy, safe and warm, far removed from any harm, Except when I am too afraid to sleep. I begin before it's light, and continue into night, Whether slick-sleeve or with stars upon my shoulder. I'm a boozer and a fighter, or a lover and a writer, Puttin' in my time and slowly growing older. Hair that's not been cut away, once brown but getting gray, My pocket's empty almost all the time. My uniforms have creases that can cut a man to pieces, I use words no dictionary dares define. I eat C-rats stead of caviar, and often drive my buddy's car, Because my wreck won't pass this year's inspection. I can cross the desert sand, or any piece of land, With just here and there some minor misdirection. I'm paid nowhere near enough, to put up with all this stuff, And the CO says I don't get paid for thinking. Top's pushed me to the end, and then on around the bend, Too proud to cry, I settle down to drinking. I can't afford a spouse, but I have one...and a house, Who would think that such a gal could love a soldier? I can't tell her, or you, why I live the way I do, With the pages of my life filed in a folder. I gripe, but call me I'll come running, or marching to the drumming, If you need my life, I guess that's what I'll give. Like other soldiers gone to war, who paid the price before, The price placed on the life we live. I can't say that I'll be brave, when the flags begin to wave, Tattered, ripped, and torn by deadly fire. I can only say that I, hope to give it my best try, If I claimed any more I'd be a liar. I'm a soldier dressed in green, often looked at, seldom seen, Please spare a moment now to see me well. For there might come a day, when I'll be called away, To spend a tour in someplace close to Hell. And, I might just not come back, when I carry off my pack, To an unknown place somewhere around the earth. So, stop and give a smile, that I can take with me a while, Cause money cannot measure what I'm worth. • Donovan Baldwin 29 March 1982