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She is a flower filled with poetry, A book with intimate images, I open pages and petals, seeking, The clear ink still flowing liquid, With which love's words are written, Close and closer to more clearly glimpse, The swirls and whorls of glistening verse, Carnal cantos in cursive citing, Chapter and verse, stamen and pistil, From which desire and poetry will be born. • Donovan Baldwin

Slide and glide, Caress me with your body, Front to front, Let all of you know all of me, Imprint your curves and hills and hollows, Upon the memories of my flesh, Hands behind your back, Touch me all over, With all of you, Leaving burning kisses everywhere, Until it's my turn. • Donovan Baldwin

I would apologize For the callouses On my hands... But... You seem to like it, On certain spots, With certain rhythms, With certain pressure, Light and rough At once... • Donovan Baldwin

In the early morning hours, I lay in bed wondering, What you were doing, Thinking, What will you say today? Enjoying the expectation, Anticipation, Arousing my desire to hold you, Be held by you. Even if only touched by your words. I pretend they are your hands. A game I play. • Donovan Baldwin

I'm gentle but firm. My hands gently sliding, Gliding... Up, Down, In, Out, Gently... Stopping, Grasping, Firmly... But gently... Smiling... Both... Your hands, Gliding, Up, Down, In, Out, Stopping, Grasping, Firmly, But gently. Smiling... Both. • Donovan Baldwin

I fear not storms, For my ship is sound, My path is known, And there is one, Awaiting my coming. I could say of her, A rock, a beacon, A lighthouse upon A distant shore, Yet, all that, and, Finally, seductive sylph, Summoning me To a home I haven't seen yet With sweet siren call, • Donovan Baldwin

From swirling whirlwinds Of love's emotions, To quiet eddies Of gentle moments And memories, You and I, Leaves in breezes Of amour, Happy in our colors, Floating, Flying, With one another, Soaring to ecstatic heights, Drifting down To rest together, Flight over, Never forgotten. • Donovan Baldwin

fingers hesitate while waiting for the next words you fill my silence • Donovan Baldwin

she seems not lonely perhaps her smile disguises absence of true love • Donovan Baldwin

felt your hand in mine in the darkness before dawn as we shared sunrise • Donovan Baldwin NOTE: Sunrise over Perdido Bay, from Florida, looking at Alabama, in 2021. Photograph by Donovan Baldwin

Just thinking about stuff and typing stream of consciousness. Life can be boring or dangerous and unfulfilling; or surprise the hell out us and turn out perfect... usually for about 52 seconds. People can be, hell, most of us are, messy, certain, and wrong... usually, i.e. all the damn time... AT the same time. Sometimes I feel convinced that what separates us from the animals is our inclination to argue about stupid things... often the things we agree on in principle. At least animals fight over food, shelter, and sex... important stuff like that. We argue about crap, and assume that we're right and everything's supposed to be perfect. We're not. It ain't. Get over it. Seriously, have a great day and save your energy for the important battles... like for coffee... stuff like that. Once I have my coffee I'll be nicer. Really. • Donovan Baldwin

Once again, looking back over the 78+ years of my life, I come to a conclusion... of sorts... almost. Right? Wrong? I can only say it makes sense to me. Maybe not to you... and that's my point... sort of... Just, as I like to say, thinking out loud. I hear a lot today that one topic or another is a "minefield"... meaning, anywhere you wander in it, you are risking something, or somebody, exploding in your face... injuring, if not your body, then your mind, your beliefs, your equanimity, your relationships... your view of yourself and the world. I personally believe a lot of the "explosions" come from the ability of anybody to put any thought up on the internet... or take exception to someone else's thought or opinion, but, not all. Some have been happening all along, I don't believe these "minefields" are new. In fact, looking back over my life, and the history I've lived through, life itself is a minefield. There is always the chance to take the "wrong" step, to move in a "dangerous" direction. The actual chance of "explosion" depends to some extent on a person's volume of activity in living. There's sayings I've seen from various sources that essentially say that if you haven't made a mistake, or made someone angry, or caused someone to think, you haven't done anything. A certain amount of truth there, I believe. Hope that opinion doesn't blow up in my face. • Donovan Baldwin