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i speak poetry to invite entice excite... from my lips to yours • Donovan Baldwin

More precious glows the gem In evening glow Set against the shadows, Long and cool, Warm amber radiance Lighting most brilliant Facets, setting fires alight Within the hollows, So there too, I behold your face, Lifted for a kiss, warm and willing, More precious than any jewel. • Donovan Baldwin

do you wait for touch in your small bit of darkness... for first kiss first claim anticipation heightening your senses... to feel and be felt are your berries hard as pastel petals glisten... with dewdrops of desire • Donovan Baldwin

The courtroom is packed, the jury is out… every Tom, Dick and Harry knows what it’s about. It's going on six hours arguing back and forth. They finally all agree that when Jack shot the sheriff, it was an act of insanity. Out comes the bailiff – the jurors take their seats The judge reads the verdict “not guilty, the aye’s have it – not guilty,” he repeats. ©L. G. Rogers 4-18-2023

A proverbial question over the ages, "What Is Love" has many answers. Some would agree your heart might beat faster - you know that you know it's real in your mind... It's often defined as a spiritual kind. Saturday afternoon at six - your heart aflutter - you wait for the phone to ring... or it might be a feeling that sends you reeling - like hearing a baby's first cry. It might make you sing or cause you to weep, make you dance or make you lose sleep... but it's safe to say at the end of the day - love is all that matters. ©L. Rogers 4-20-23

poem or prayer lips worshipping each other a timeless temple • Donovan Baldwin

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I cannot move between Love and not love. Once stepped into The magic ring you drew, The one which captured me, Locked my heart to yours, Circle to circle, Symbol of eternity, Möbius strip signifying Unending oneness With you, both upon This single path Hand in hand. • Donovan Baldwin

I believe and receive a vision clearly in my mind, not just with my eyes for today and for tomorrow... from the past I cannot borrow for before me is truth the past is full of lies - they will all die in their time but truth lives on forever 2023 Lorene Rogers©️

i lavish kisses on soft skin she exposes where shoulder meets neck ----- a painful silence moments i don't hear from you i feel so alone ----- i cast forth poems hoping at least for echoes you answer silence ----- love's a theory imaginary concept i know must be real ----- in dreams together hand-in-hand crossing the edge into reality ----- to understand me you must understand true love its link to freedom ----- i would not bind you but with shared words and desires and true love's freedom ----- she does not submit but rather commits herself to love's wide expression ----- though my work of art i may not see or touch you just write about you ----- once wrote without lust could not understand my need minus the passion ----- you understand my truth mortals love but poets lust write of both at once ----- Premonition on the wind Gliding beneath dark clouds Above the shadowed earth Moaning in ecstatic passage, Fondling leaves, Caressing flowers, In darkness as, Their unseen blushes Give evidence to the Accuracy of its promises. ----- you and i make love green grass bed and bare blue sky caressing wind and sun ----- In the dark, an owl cries Evoking ancient memories Written in the blood Raising runes of mythic fears Upon the trembling flesh As the fearful cry resounds Against the choral background Of wind and unknown creatures, Moving darkly through The watching forest. ----- ariadne on the shore marooned as theseus sailed away to his father's death ----- arriving at the stone walled city wrapped within a ragged cloak emissary from cross wine dark seas upon an ancient horse telling and retelling stories whicpered in the dark, sung at the fire before dawn's battle, for singer, song, and memory may die with the sunrise • Donovan Baldwin

Soft, new-fallen snow, Pure tablet written on, Marks of mystic beasts, For poets see Chimeras and centaurs In the passages of Horses and horned toads, Taking indentations in The pure white medium, Turning them into tales as Mysterious and convoluted as, Tracks of rabbits in the snow. ----- hands two simple things they touch and magic happens words become meaningless ----- stripping silken words poet slowly reveals her wearing but a smile ----- I drift within my thoughts, Like falling snow, seeking ground, Chooses to ride the wind a while. I too, ride that wind listening To the thousand lewd tales it tells, In brushes with slender naked limbs Of black trees swaying seductively on The moon's silver dance floor. ----- I know I once was here, In this familiar place I seek Someone left behind, One more time I return, Hoping, praying she, Of that ancient history, Will enter the same dream, Remembering... And run to me. • Donovan Baldwin

dancing in the air fallen angel soaring high... in lustful delight • Donovan Baldwin