caught him watching
never thought herself sexy
until that moment
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merely a poet
who's learned to remain hidden
only his words wanted
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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.
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dawn's sensuous rise
love gloriously displayed
over earth's oceans
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she brings me flowers
offering them with a smile
beside which they pale
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we smile together
when we hear the ocean's song
though so far apart
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touched so many times
gentle smile and loving words
i seek every day
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ocean or fountain
i seek out a water nymph
to share poetry
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the more words she read
the more that she realized
that he wrote for her
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was it you or me
first saw the written poems
as our love letters
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ocean between us
joining not separating
singing us its song
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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.
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some words frighten her
yet they fill his poetry
and make her wonder
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redder than a rose
she's more brightly blossoming
by singing waters
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i await your touch
even if only in words
to know you read this
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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.
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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.
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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.
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his cursive etchings
true love graven in her skin
delight in each curve
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ecstatic climax
as everything that she is
unites for pleasure
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quivers with pleasure
the words thar stripped her naked
filling needs and wants
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takes hold of his words
in her mind they come alive
touching her inside
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murmuring his words
like love's liquid in her mouth
tasted drop by drop
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she sacrifices
dies a little death for him
for herself as well
Donovan Baldwin