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woven ropes of words bind her sensitive places poetry bondage ----- queen of ancient times her beauty lost for ages reborn in my arms ----- love reincarnate in some other place and time we two were lovers ----- her private passion riding waves of ecstasy gasping with delight ----- how love has changed them rising waves of happiness alone or together ----- whispers on a page no face no figure to love yet i fell in love ----- unlock all her gates let love's pent up goddess free all her blessings flow ----- poet painting nudes one his favorite model and true companion ----- my one real regret is that you must fear so much for feeling normal ----- yes i have been lost wanted who i was to die glad he hung in there ----- still true to ourselves what concessions do we make for the sake of love ----- i want so badly the free way we meet and love miss you when you're gone ----- she loved my desires beginning to understand a poet's dangers • Donovan Baldwin

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my soul was whipped by the wind of your passing exquisite torment ----- the ache of her need thrilling anticipation waiting in the dark ----- desire betrays you your body keeps no secrets from my eyes or hands ----- let's watch a sunrise feed ducks by a quiet ponds write our own poem ----- the bloom i can see more than a pretty blossom a true wildflower ----- her heart shown in words angel with a touch of heat promises of love • Donovan Baldwin

poems not yet written satin about your body waiting to touch you • Donovan Baldwin

i followed the sighs throaty cries which led to you though you never knew ----- yes i look for you fear perhaps you may not come smiling when you do ----- i waited for you never sure you would appear oh, but when you did... ----- suddenly appeared one who truly understood set free by my words ----- her fingers feel words touching traces upon skin read what i wrote there clues in secret places penetrating poetry flowing like a spring eyes shut tight to feel every movement that he makes with his magic pen ----- as she spread her wings soared into an endless sky all was possible ----- glistening petals shining with love's silver dew framing love's taut bud ----- your story hidden poet made you a goddess who learned to love him ----- he remembers well the taste of a lover's skin and the sounds she made ----- meets me in the hall ready before the door is closed to welcome me home a vertical wall serving as a lovers' bed my hand holding hers arches a rainbow carnal display of desire crying out greetings ----- she retrieved my tears love drops from a weeping heart that cried with gladness ------ Brits with a flick of the wrist, Americans full wind up and Bring it in from first or third, At 90+ miles per hour. Talking darts, perv. And, when a drunk American GI Lets go of that missile, No telling where it will go... Except the one that Whistled past my ear, and, Stuck in the table by my hand, Germany, 1969. ----- i've waited for you not only for these few hours but for a lifetime ----- with your knowing smile black strap over bare shoulder no escape for me ----- flowing through our veins pure and impure works of art you and i enjoy ----- thought the hurt was gone but so suddenly recalled it still feels the same ----- soft pillared temple your tiny goddess rises kisses of worship ----- oh to be desired walk at last through someone's dreams to be missed at dawn • Donovan Baldwin

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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

Grace Christian - better known by her stage name, mazie - is redefining pop music and pop culture from the comfort of her own home. Like twisting the rotating ends of a kaleidoscope, looking at mazie's music from an even slightly different perspective unveils a host of varying takeaways. There's "no friends," her debut single, written and released at the beginning of quarantine, perfectly unaware of the universal nature her track would soon envelop. Twist a little further and you arrive at "dumb dumb," an unconventional and surreal pop song written in response to the Capitol Insurrection and the ensuing deluge of memes. Yet, no single twist, turn, or bend of the neck begins to fully encompass mazie, the artist. Listen to Mazie talk about how she became a successful Indie artist in this podcast. Props out to my hometown girl!

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We speak of secret gardens. I have mine, you have yours. Each beautiful to each. We might not recognize The beauty of the other's, Yet, the beauty is there, As is the peace of Being able to retire there, Among the stimuli which Mean the most to us. Yours is as beautiful as mine. • Donovan Baldwin