meet me on the bridge
where only dreams may walk...
before it fades at dawn
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moonlight on bare skin
both tangible and tactile...
touches light and dark
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fingers in your hair
guiding kisses from behind...
touch of eager lips
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like the sun and moon
share the sky but never meet...
sunrise to sunrise
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i can sense a storm
though i saw how calm you were...
i felt winds rising
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open hand offers
a bouquet of one blossom...
from her small garden
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subject for poem
black facts silver fantasies...
a moonlit nude
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the gods' ambrosia
equal parts of love and lust...
a splendid mixture
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at love's cotillion
let's not be the wallflowers...
may i have this dance
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often felt alone
looking into the darkness...
till his hand took hers
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she felt so alone
looking into the future...
then she saw him there
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gentle poet she
feared to write the burning words...
read his felt his heat
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thoughts of him began
with bursts of sunshine and rum...
and burning kisses
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though he took nothing
she gave him all he desired...
got what she wanted
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she was different
volatile or calm or wild...
always in his arms
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Donovan Baldwin