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to love one more time look at you and see love there if only a dream ----- out of the darkness sliding gliding hands of pride releasing rainbows ----- we never break rules we make our own rules of love edges expanding ----- what my love looks like take a look in the mirror she looks just like you ----- no certain body color of skin hair or eye it's her heart that counts ---- i'm in pain you know an ache i deal with daily of mind and body ----- it's not me i'm sure poet who captured your heart i write of his love ----- can't allow myself to fully expose the facts how i feel for you • Donovan Baldwin

Forever in my memory, The hot white sands, So blinding bright, Under the deep blue sky, By the emerald waters, The Gulf of Mexico, Pathway to an infinity Of adventures, which, in time, Became memories stored beside The hot white sand, Deep blue sky, Emerald green water. Donovan Baldwin

Altina Schinasi was an American sculptor, filmmaker, entrepreneur, window dresser, designer, and inventor. She was best known for designing what she called the "Harlequin eyeglass frame", popularly known as cat-eye glasses. Google is celebrating Altina Schinasi's 116th Birthday with a Doodle[ that says "Happy birthday to the woman who was a visionary in more ways than one." Her son Terry Sanders helped with it and also shared a note on behalf of his family: "Happy Birthday, Tina! Thank you for your courage, kindness and inspiration. Much love, always." Have you a pair of cat-eye glasses?

"Where have you buried the poet?" Asked the lady solemn and grave. "Madam, we're sad to tell you, There wasn't that much to save." "Where have you buried the poet, Where does his headstone stand?" "Madam, we're sorry to tell you, He's not buried in holy land" "Where have you buried the poet, Serene valley or pleasant hill?" "Madam, we don't remember him, Since his pen's been so cold and still." "Where have you buried the poet, His bones, where are they interred?" "Madam, all that remained was a box Of his papers with every word." "Where have you buried the poet? I've come far to honor his name." "Madam, we've all forgotten, And there's only ourselves to blame." • Donovan Baldwin • Painting: All Souls’ Day: Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller and Franz Skarbina

Can you be a girl again, A happy child, In love with dandelions and butterflies, Dreaming of knights in armor, And iridescent dragons, Before the world turned gray, Forced you to become a woman, With dreams pushed down, Pleasure denied... Can you be a girl again? May I help? • Donovan Baldwin

Nothing is as sweet As the first time we meet And start that ancient ritual With that first kiss. In the dark or is it bright That first touching just feels right Eyes open, lips apart The loud beating of two hearts.

whatcha doin' boss? you got food in here? that why you closed the door? not that i'm nosy, but, my nose led me here, and, i heard a wrapper, and, smelled somethin' why ya hidin' from me every time you eat? Huh? Donovan Baldwin

You, me, and the moon. Our ménage à trois will end Ecstatically. ----- As you cross the room, A swaying sensuous storm, You sweep me away. ----- Entwined, embracing, Torn by warring love and lust, Giving each fair share. ----- Close as we can be, As if sun or wind on skin, Let us touch with love. ----- Ignore the mirror, It sees you not as I do. My heart sees the truth. ----- Seated beauty waits, He treats her cavalierly, She deserves better. ----- One last nervous step, Close the night outside and turn, Running to my arms. ----- How daring are you? When the storm howls in the night, Will you seek my arms? ----- If you laugh today, See yourself as beautiful, I smile with true joy. ----- Woman of beauty, My eyes see you as you are, Weeping in their joy. ----- Beside the ocean, Lovers walking hand in hand, Sharing sun and sea. ----- Each night, I muse, Anxiously awaiting the arrival Of you, my beloved, Stepping from the dark Into my heart and arms. I feel the pressure The warmth, The encircling possession Of your loving arms, And, in reverie, I hold you to me Until sleep overtakes me, And spirits you away. ----- Dove outside my door, Coos to his mate as I do, Hoping you hear me. ----- Too old for loving? That would be too old for life. Loving you is life. ----- Donovan Baldwin