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Donovan Baldwin has been writing and publishing his original poetry for over 40 years. He has collected many of his smaller, romantic and daring poems on this site.
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AH, MOONLIGHT
Sunshine is a tide,
A golden flood,
With ebb and flow,
Rising at dawn,
Ebbing at dusk,
But moonlight,
Ah, moonlight,
My quiet friend,
Is a still comfort,
A loving blanket,
Which remains
Spreading its comfort
Throughout the night.
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COLORS OF THE SEASON
Dress in yellow and red and green
Make yourself the seasons I celebrate.
Dance and flutter in the wind and
Leave your breeze as if a kiss
Upon my cheek, embrace me,
Lift me high above meadows,
High above through clouds into
Bright blue sky, golden sunlight,
And, for a moment shake me as
If a violent storm whisk me up,
Then, ecstatic angel, sin with me
In the most natural way,
Return with me to earth's bosom
And rest with me there, as
Trembling with the aftermath
Of our storm we fall asleep,
And dream of the moon, and,
The colors of the season.
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DREAM LOVER IN THE NIGHTL
In quiet of her bed she lay
At end of yet another day.
Love once more had passed her by,
Alone, a tear crept from her eye.
She saw the face of her dream man
And dreamed the touch of gentle hand,
This lover lay down at her side,
Took her hand, began to guide...
Their fingers moving here and there,
Together touching everywhere,
With each movement of her hand,
She felt the touch of her dream man.
Caressing taut buds on her breasts,
As their hands moved o'er her chest,
And downward slid towards secret place
Her woman's heart began to race.
Faster went the hands of lovers,
As she lay upon the covers,
She moaned as ecstasy grew near,
A song for just a lover's ear.
Her breath grew ragged, shallow, fast,
Until the moment came at last...
In quiet of her bed she lay
Weeping, for he went away.
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IN OUR PRESENT GLORY
Unlike the leaves of fall,
Our past selves do not
Return vibrant and new,
With the passing of the seasons.
Nor, like the leaves of the book,
Can we return to earlier chapters,
But in memory.
We can only be
As new as we are each day,
Read our story,
Write the next chapter,
Shine in our present glory
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MOON SPREADS HER BLANKET
moon spreads her blanket
silver cover on the ground
for lovers' pleasure
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Web Page Updated September 17, 2024
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