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raise sails and take us to the far side of twilight... seeking adventure • Donovan Baldwin

dare you leave your mark show the world that you were here... and approve my words • Donovan Baldwin

Will you read the book I wrote? The many lines of poetry I set down, Page after page for your perusal, So you and I in intimate moments, Turn by turn, may read and listen to My quietly passionate words From the lips that have been kissed So many times, to ears Perfect for kissing, words which Rest like gossamer touches upon Our naked bodies, two lovers Reading from the book I wrote. • Donovan Baldwin

I watch the eddies in your stream Small whirlpool you create yourself, The swirling secrets far below your smile, The drifting fingers dipped into the stream, Striking out and striving as the wild torrent Begins to rush blindly on, and, eyes closed, You strive to keep pace with the rising, Rushing rapids overtaking you, until, Drenched and wet with your efforts Your fingers stumble to the shore Where, at the edge of past efforts, They drop and take their rest, To the sighs of the river past. • Donovan Baldwin

Sandbars, Tiny islands, Small peninsulas, Tide goes out they grow, And I can walk where yesterday I had to swim, but now I turn back Looking at the land as if walking On water, the different point Of view changing how I see The shore and the water I seem to walk on Until the tide Returns. • Donovan Baldwin

Scraps of Persian poetry, Japanese, Chinese, German, Balinese, French, and Irish, For the love of it... That's the word... love... Love songs of other places, Races of this one race Called mankind, We, brother sister poets, Singers of love songs, We all hear and read and Understand the warp and woof, Of the poetic soul despite, To our ears, The oddness of the language, For the inner colors of Our souls are all the same. • Donovan Baldwin

She dances... To a driving beat, No one else can hear. She dances... For a watcher Only she can see. She dances... In an ancient way, As old as womankind. She dances... With no inhibitions, And no embarrassment. She dances... All the way until The dance forces its own end. She dances... All her secret pleasures To the ultimate ecstasy. She dances... Until the dance fills her Leaves her gasping and spent. She dances... Slow halting steps in her mind Along a galaxy only she can sense. She dances... That way in her room, And in his fantasies. • Donovan Baldwin

She glows at sunrise In diaphanous gown. Lovely, Loving, Romantically stirring image, For the impression of nakedness, For too the intentional sharing of A lover's most private self. Images in his mind... Her crossing the room to him... Bringing the gift of her love... Her self, Feeding... Fanning... His already burning desire. Until heated passion Consumes them both. • Donovan Baldwin

she opens slowly her blushing honeyed blossom i softly savor • Donovan Baldwin