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Each morning, I pick up and put on, All the clothing Trappings Accoutrements Which serve to make me me Identifying me To others And, to myself, For, would they know me, Or, I know myself, If I did not have The keys in my pocket, The glasses on my face, The words in my head, Put there by my history And heritage? • Donovan Baldwin

I've been hurt so much, So deeply, That I suppose I am composed, Of scar tissue and distrust, Finding it difficult to bend To discern if this dream Is truer than those Which, in their collapse, Left me broken and battered, Weary and sore, And yet, Again, A blind phoenix rising. • Donovan Baldwin

Believe me, dear, I love my words, I pick them especially, To fit you curve for curve, To fill the empty spaces, And to touch you in All the places Hands and kisses Cannot reach, but, I would sometimes wish, To make the words stop, And show you with Hands and kisses, And quiet gazes, What you mean to me. • Donovan Baldwin

Rawhide and satin, Smells of earth and ocean, Poet deals daily with Harmonics of Displaced prescience, Dichotomies of dissonance, Within and without this Universe which is I, Doing what must be done, An ancient ritual Sacrificing dead things To the living, Giving life which The world denied To that which must go, Softly wailing At the parting. • Donovan Baldwin

So you love another way, Following a different path, Does that mean that You and I cannot walk Together for a while, And, perhaps, Touching fingers, Holding hands, Stopping to Look into hearts, Find some common bond, That allows us to Love one another In our own way? • Donovan Baldwin

not simply poems eternal conversations i hold with myself • Donovan Baldwin

Body no longer young, But, oh, the mind, The heart, The soul, The dancing of her eyes, The glances and words Which revealed The secret passions of her mind, All that she has, Willingly and, Unwittingly, Revealed to me of the youth, The eternal dancing youth, The flame that burns within, How could I not love, and, Become young again myself? • Donovan Baldwin

Where do I end and you begin As we, eternally embraced, Bodies and minds melting Into one another, Penetrating, Filling, Each opening, Pouring into one another, As summer rain wets the naked body, Until every inch is soaked and The loving drops course Across flesh each runnel Its own caress, not to be denied Or turned away from As the rain becomes skin, And you and I become one another, Sharing equally in The beauty and desire The love and the lust, The cries and moans and groans And final sighs as we Rest in each other's arms, Bodies still one, Still covered by the panting flesh, The beating heart, The echoes of expended love, And the last drops of dew, Laying wet from the rain. • Donovan Baldwin

Body pressed to body, Skin contoured to skin, Hands pouring touches Over one another's secrets, Fingers nesting as eager birds Seeking warm nests and Ripening buds of fruit, Sipping waters of life and love, From rising springs. • Donovan Baldwin

I take the book of you In loving hands, And, fingers tracing, Read each of your Beautiful words, Sighing at the story, Caught up in The adventure, Excitement of Loving you, and, As the story Reaches climax, Drink deep sweet Soaring sounds, That your words Make upon my lips. • Donovan Baldwin

taste your trembling skin poetry upon my lips wordless eternal • Donovan Baldwin

aware of his gaze takes him to her paradise shares her ecstasy • Donovan Baldwin