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- "OLD PORTRAITS IN A DARK HOUSE"In Poetry·September 13, 2023"... old portraits in a dark house..." [From "The Secret Garden", a Father Brown mystery, by Gilbert Keith Chesterton] Upon the wall of my mind's museum, Dim in this fading light of age Faces from my fast forgotten past, Memories faintly glimpsed By the flare of far off lightning A fading storm of desire to See and hear and feel once more, Those faces briefly viewed in The flickering light of memory. • Donovan Baldwin000
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- I'LL NOT EVER LEAVEIn Poetry·September 13, 2023i'll not ever leave i have seen behind the pain... your beauty holds me ----- I may not make love In the manner you desire. And you may not love Odd desires I manifest, We still desire each other. ------ she was once my all when she turned away from me... she took everything ----- from sheets to shower our game of slap and tickle... wet and dry moments ----- tongues slowly writing sweetly indecent poems... in each other's mouth to her broader page lips follow downward writing... slowly circling words breathtakingly bare in cursive erotica... titillating thoughts ----- your kisses are felt beginning with lips and tongue... fill body and soul ----- dare you leave your mark show the world that you were here... and approve my words ----- we love the same words take pleasure in blending them... like lovers entwined ----- she's prisoner of demanding bonds of desire... his love her release ----- the way you touch me like the rain upon my skin... laying here loving it ----- fingers seek to feel strong heart beats beneath your breast... echoing our love ----- all my scars and wounds so many dreams that faded... promises that died ----- life never became what i had hoped it to be... and now never will ----- • Donovan Baldwin000
- SHADOWS RELEASEDIn Poetry·September 13, 2023Shadows, Released from bondage, By the dying of the sun, Crawling, leaping, inch by inch, Up walls, and across streets, Filling up the lit openings' Between solid objects Making all into one dark dream, A mystic place from which Anything marvelous, Mysterious, or fearful, Devil or angel, Might arise, only To disappear With all The other shadows at The sun's resurrection. • Donovan Baldwin000
- SHE WARMS HER HANDIn Poetry·September 13, 2023She warms her hand At the small center of her fire, Fingers stirring flames, Lips in a kiss no one will feel, Heat rising from her touch, Up through belly and breast, Breath coming faster with Each wave of hand and flame, Buds hardened with the heat, About to burst until she Herself quenches her own flames, Calling to whatever god she knows, In gratitude for the storm She created and was allowed to ride. • Donovan Baldwin001
- SHOPPING WITH MOM (1950'S)In Poetry·September 13, 2023Ah, the sights and smells, Fresh ground coffee, Old wooden floors, Ornate metal scales, Wide eyed fish eyeing me, From their crushed ice sea In cold white metal cases, as Seemingly useless fans Spin lazily overhead Spreading Hot Florida air, Aromas of another Place and time, And cooling memories Of yesterday. • Donovan Baldwin000
- SMELL OF COFFEEIn Poetry·September 13, 2023Smell coffee in the morning, Hint of cinnamon, not aroma, But a sense, as golden sunlight, First rises above the horizon, Streams in the windows, Brightening my soul, And, I glimpse a hint, A diaphanous whisper Of you sensuously moving Through the mists of desire Into my reality. • Donovan Baldwin001
- SOMETHING ABOUT THE WRITTEN WORDIn Poetry·September 13, 2023Something about the written word The smell of books, touch of the pages Reality in reverse and forward, Reader and writer sharing contact Of mind and heart and almost hand, As one sets down upon a printed page Thoughts and ideas to be picked up, Turned over, and stored away with greed, To later run our fingers through and Gloat in private at our treasure. • Donovan Baldwin000
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