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WHORLS OF THE ROSE, AND OTHER ORIGINAL POEMS, NOVEMBER 11, 2023

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By Donovan Baldwin


whorls of the rose

soft folds of orchid petals

dewdrops on the bloom

a tiny bud opening

caress of morning breeze

rising heat of the sun

sensuous nature


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since she was a girl

thought she must be innocent

and then she met him


whirl of confusion

love which had been sought so long

was not pristine pure


seething love and lust

a helping of sacrifice

and hidden desires


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seldom black and white

we are complicated art

rainbows of colors


in classical oils

pastels of watercolor

sharp edged acrylics


naked in our essence

humans and angels alike

pass for each other


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love has many forms

not all nights are orgies of

physical delights


candlelit dinner

a glance across a table

shared appetizer


strolling public ways

holding hands like shy children

smiling at past sins


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feeds me a morsel

covered with a shining sauce

her fingers dripping


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lover learns to read

tones and textures of her skin

secret messages


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fearing who might hear

she stifles the urgent cries

as desires explode


a quiet nova

in her universe within

she soars among stars


ecstasy is born

deep within her inner space

secret love silent


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a look and a word

tearing her garments to rags

she brings him her heat


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somehow miracle

we two drops of love's ocean

form our single sea


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opens for his words

and his penetrating gaze

tacit submission


in quiet repose

awaits tactile sensations

feeling his poems


featherlight touches

aroused anticipation

urgent crescendo


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lips pressed to your cup

its warm fragile edge yielding

pouring forth desires


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her garments hang tattered

revealing then concealing

she sways with her need


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poem or prayer

lips worshipping each other

a timeless temple


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kneeling she told him

i know where I want to go

please lead me astray


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wish i wish for her

with me may she ever be

free to be herself


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my poems as snares

i smile each time you appear

caught for a moment


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i summon demons

who come to me as poets

to light my darkness


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abandoned angel

who became his every wish

in their new eden


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she met the poet

took his words and walked away

couldn't stand the man


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left without his muse

his pouch of words hangs empty

even echoes gone


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be who you must be

you owe a poet nothing

leave him to his words


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treasuring their touch

naked among autumn's leaves

her poet watching


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she chooses the game

then she picks out the toys...

the rule is pleasure


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singing in freedom

dark Rose dances in the breeze

before her poet


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poet offers images

praises the sound of her song

how she dances for him


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lovers share the stars

the sunsets and sunrises...

universe of love


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poetry's lonely

just me and a few old words

that once meant something


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what's it like to love

and to feel that love retured

to have someone care


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Copyright Donovan Baldwin November 12, 2023



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