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Never call me broken. Bent and crushed, Crumpled and thrown away... Left in the gutter for lost, Looked the Devil eye to eye, And spit in his... I'm stitched and sewn Back together so much My very soul looks Like the Frankenstein monster... But i still walk, talk, growl, Play checkers with the Devil now, And spill out poetry, so... Don't ever call me broken. ----- exposing myself trying to speak the simple truth others can't believe ----- never ending roar wind ceaselessly stings my skin memories replayed ----- let poet love you write you into poetry a few hundred times ----- many love letters well disguised as poetry to adored goddess ----- below soul's surface she is like an ocean tide drawing me with her ----- best i stay unseen remain poet who exists as mere words of love ----- heart beats and hand moves while all the rest is dying love remains alive ----- gown about her feet most revealing pose at dawn watercolor orchid ----- sharing our hearts' smiles with our souls dancing naked to our poetry ----- a lovely morning poetry over coffee the look in your eyes ----- morning's mist glistens sweetly drips from her petals dawn's enticing dew ----- endless waves and wind begetter of poetry always the ocean ----- Speak to me with ocean waves, As the wind to sing for me, Take me back to boyhood In the woods beside the bay, Climb those trees once more, Contemplating in boyish ways, The rhythm and adventure of Life and the endless sea, Progenitors of poetry, And the future poet. ----- dream she knows i'm here knows of words i wrote for her expecting nothing ---- seems a shy flower yet hidden petals glisten with love's fiery dew • Donovan Baldwin

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caught him watching never thought herself sexy until that moment ----- merely a poet who's learned to remain hidden only his words wanted ----- At my age, It's seldom about Feeling good. More likely Feeling better, Than yesterday. Since yesterday I might have felt like... Well, you know. Feeling better than that, Might still NOT be Feeling good. ----- dawn's sensuous rise love gloriously displayed over earth's oceans ----- she brings me flowers offering them with a smile beside which they pale ----- we smile together when we hear the ocean's song though so far apart ----- touched so many times gentle smile and loving words i seek every day ----- ocean or fountain i seek out a water nymph to share poetry ----- the more words she read the more that she realized that he wrote for her ----- was it you or me first saw the written poems as our love letters ----- ocean between us joining not separating singing us its song ----- Child of the ocean, Boy of the wind and wave, Bending trees beneath him, Burning naked beneath the sun, Taught poetry by nature, By promises written on The horizon of The endless sea, Which became his mistress, And, with words, his desire. ----- some words frighten her yet they fill his poetry and make her wonder ----- redder than a rose she's more brightly blossoming by singing waters ----- i await your touch even if only in words to know you read this ----- Only a story, A tale on the night wind, A dancer by the fire, Or sitting with me watching, As life unfolds and becomes poetry, Unconventional images stepping Into the light, Summoning us into the shadows Where we may make love in private, With words and touches, And sigh and moans. ----- At first adrift, She gathers speed, Sailing towards Her ocean's edge... Drawing back, Anticipating, The next foray, Each new adventure, Again and again, The next turn Of her tide Until... The ocean swells, And she, swept on, By the power of each Successive wave, Falls over the edge, Into ecstatic oblivion. ----- Sometimes it's hard to care Without someone to care with. It's lonely among people, Who have no clue of who you are, And would stare at you as they Backed away if they did know... It's a life full of echoes, when, Only you understand yourself, Or care... Comes back to that... Understand, Accept, Care... Love? I've got lots. Wish you had some, Somebody? Echoes again, Just echoes. ----- his cursive etchings true love graven in her skin delight in each curve ----- ecstatic climax as everything that she is unites for pleasure ----- quivers with pleasure the words thar stripped her naked filling needs and wants ----- takes hold of his words in her mind they come alive touching her inside ------ murmuring his words like love's liquid in her mouth tasted drop by drop ----- she sacrifices dies a little death for him for herself as well • Donovan Baldwin

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somewhere beyond braille lies the ability to taste, to feel, the rising symbols of desire, the unwritten responses the pouring out of inks as passion's catalysts blend and bind, words becoming sweet desserts, of delicious tinctures intended to be devoured she shivers with delight as his lips and tongue make haste to read the love words pouring from her skin ----- naked in moonlight shining silver secrets black wishing he could see ----- afraid to answer holds her breath silently hopes poet hears heartbeats ----- goddess of desire flesh and bone and arch and sigh embrace that's love itself ----- amazing such soft words draped and dragged across her skin could be so arousing ----- you know i watch for you your thoughts make my poetry have reason and purpose ----- I look into the void, Selecting words with care, Strong enough to withstand, The cold of rejection, Or the fires of desire, Honest enough to change, Without changing meaning, For they are forged with love, Brought by gods and goddesses, Who taught how to make Malleable metal into Silken webs of words To capture and hold Heart's desire. ----- so many years passed since i last believed in love some scars not yet healed ----- never knew love as a child found it once as an adult tossed it away certain i would find love again but never did... if you find it hold onto it or it might not appear again ----- bound with see-through words stationary as she swallows a pouring of poetry ----- my single tattoo invisible to all but me your mark on my heart ----- i've abandoned love left it in the place it left me perhaps someone will find it ----- quirky sense of humor i even laugh at funerals except my own of course ----- watching you watch the pen in my hand the words striking your skin like a candle's wax, the way you rise in anticipation of the next... the arch and quiver as each strikes, the panting gasp the guttural growl as the kitten becomes tigress in need begging for the next burning pleasure to leave its mark on naked flesh ----- he's slowly dying soon only words all that remains and they too will fade ----- his words upon her gladly startled she appears at how they touch her ----- when mind and body need without planning or direction fingers know her wants ----- glad surprise as he arrives unexpectedly joins in her pleasure ----- don't trust the others trust the one for whom you shine smiles because you exist ----- do what you desire your joy and pleasure means most to me your happiness is mine ----- i'll never be jealous if you're living true desires honest with yourself and me ----- gods invented pleasure made it a sin for mortals... unbelievable • Donovan Baldwin

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shy behind her mask unaware her beauty shines overwhelming me ----- soft and sweet her smile dark eyes full of messages she hopes i will see ----- a fantasy cat a tale set in another land a poet loved her poet sought the words that would break the evil spell cast on his woman curse not meant for her but to punish the poet for loving her too much ----- expects him to come soon she teases then releases practicing on herself ----- that blinding moment she understands she's his muse inspiration's source ----- the prettiest bloom naked nymph among blossoms beside love's ocean ----- we two celebrate rituals in love's temple wordless offerings ----- in 67 i hit the clubs in san Francisco's north beach checking out naked women far beyond my reach women i'd seen in playboy topless before my eyes country mouse in the city not beginning to realize yeah they were famous and sexy a delight for this soldier to see but today if they're still alive they're a bit older than me still it's a good memory the night and the money well spent though beer was so damn expensive i'm still really happy i went ----- first glimpse awakens then strange bodies are boring loving retains heat • Donovan Baldwin there's many bodies but only one will hold you that person's power -----

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strokes of poetry words thrust within her pages fill her with meanings ----- you appeared i smiled smile that faded as you did leaving me alone ----- once my words have burned not even ashes remain of love they contained ----- when the words all fade and I've but one poem left i'll write it for you ----- when i needed you somehow the universe knew and brought me to you ----- as if a goddess you seat yourself beside me creating heaven ----- the things she taught to arouse and satisfy still good memories ----- soldier poet prey to siege of temporary lust wages battle with words ----- the words she lets fall dross to her treasure to him turned into poems ----- whatever you've done call it sin or otherwise i'm glad i found you ----- she prepared herself stripped and lay upon the slab for the sacrifice • Donovan Baldwin

Revealing private fashion show But the negligee she chose, Was it to reveal her body, Or, by her naked choice, To reveal her hidden intent and The desires of her secret mind. How the lace cupped her breast, Or how my eyes followed the lines, Seeking the openings within the lace, The pleasant ridges, hills, and tips, The stiff tatting tickled and The sway of hip, and curve of lip, The way it did so little to Come between us while Drawing us nearer to the sins, It promised and we both desired. Dangerous indeed she is, This unmasked mistress of disguise, Exposing her secrets behind an open lace Which tells so much about her. • Donovan Baldwin

I don't care whether you are black or white, whether you feel you've been abused, or not. You will just keep going back to the same spot if you keep spouting the same rhetoric. Most of us want to live together in peace, and for our children to have a future in peace...with the world, and with one another. That's what most of us (black, white, Martians, whatever), want and are working to achieve. We are human. We make mistakes, and others who look like us, or go to the same church, or are in the same political party, will say and do things that seem outrageous, but, those mistakes, and those misrepresentations should not be used to define us. Except to prove....we are all human. • Donovan Baldwin