Submissions by Baldwin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Sep 2020 7:59pm
1st Sep 2020 7:59pm
Within Your Eyes
There is within your eyes a certain light --
a glimmer sparkling like a comet’s trail
within the growing darkness of a Summer’s velvet dusk,
the sapphire star that graces clear skied evensong
and calls the postulant to prayer,
the warming gleam of crescent dancing candle flames
within the alcove of a darkened room
that animate and golden glow the night:
They are now hushing me.
They that make me still and gladly powerless
and soar me through the spinning heaven’s heights.
a glimmer sparkling like a comet’s trail
within the growing darkness of a Summer’s velvet dusk,
the sapphire star that graces clear skied evensong
and calls the postulant to prayer,
the warming gleam of crescent dancing candle flames
within the alcove of a darkened room
that animate and golden glow the night:
They are now hushing me.
They that make me still and gladly powerless
and soar me through the spinning heaven’s heights.
#romantic
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Aug 2020 4:20pm
31st Aug 2020 4:20pm
You Thief!
What have you done to all my rest and all my breath, you thief?
The peace once here within my chest you’ve stolen from me. How?
How did you lay upon me then, when I allowed my heart to be a battlement unwatched,
this sway of running heat that courses now beneath my skin, you calloused, cunning thief?
I lie in bed. Your image comes to me unsought. It haunts and crushes me.
It presses hard with anvil’s weight against my mind, my limbs, you thief.
You wrest, with culling, calculated hand, my sleep from me, then drain
me of my strength. My will...
The peace once here within my chest you’ve stolen from me. How?
How did you lay upon me then, when I allowed my heart to be a battlement unwatched,
this sway of running heat that courses now beneath my skin, you calloused, cunning thief?
I lie in bed. Your image comes to me unsought. It haunts and crushes me.
It presses hard with anvil’s weight against my mind, my limbs, you thief.
You wrest, with culling, calculated hand, my sleep from me, then drain
me of my strength. My will...
#love
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Aug 2020 1:32pm
30th Aug 2020 1:32pm
want
I want you rushing up my landing’s stairs,
I want you banging down my door to let you in.
I want you fevered for the sight and smell of me.
I want you running down my hallway in
a streak of terrifying eagerness
to squealing leap on me spread legged
to hinge and cling and concentrate
yourself around my hips
I want you burying your face against my neck
I want you captive chaining up my arms in yours,
I want your fingers vicelike, crucent, in my hair
I want you grasping hard my wrists,
and stretching out my arms
and...
I want you banging down my door to let you in.
I want you fevered for the sight and smell of me.
I want you running down my hallway in
a streak of terrifying eagerness
to squealing leap on me spread legged
to hinge and cling and concentrate
yourself around my hips
I want you burying your face against my neck
I want you captive chaining up my arms in yours,
I want your fingers vicelike, crucent, in my hair
I want you grasping hard my wrists,
and stretching out my arms
and...
#lust
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Aug 2020 4:27pm
29th Aug 2020 4:27pm
You asked
Remember that you asked,
you asked for this;
You demanded to be stirred
and ravished, swept along by words,
to dark voiced be undone
enclosed and won,
and then with poetry become
all sinew strummed.
Remember that you asked
to have your name low murmured out
and dulcet mouthed adoringly.
Remember when you close your eyes
and, breathing hard beneath my voice’s rush,
its warm enringing blanketings,
your heart dissolves,
and you are rendered wet and pliable;
Remember, when you're spent...
you asked for this;
You demanded to be stirred
and ravished, swept along by words,
to dark voiced be undone
enclosed and won,
and then with poetry become
all sinew strummed.
Remember that you asked
to have your name low murmured out
and dulcet mouthed adoringly.
Remember when you close your eyes
and, breathing hard beneath my voice’s rush,
its warm enringing blanketings,
your heart dissolves,
and you are rendered wet and pliable;
Remember, when you're spent...
#lust
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EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Aug 2020 10:18pm
28th Aug 2020 10:18pm
A poem for you
Here. For you.
A poem made to greet you when you wake.
It is not mine
I found it --
In your body I discovered it.
I found it living in your voice.
Look at how it’s glowing with your body’s colouring.
Look now, how it’s trembling with the way you speak.
My hand is quivered at the touch of it,
my tongue grows sweetly numb in tasting
all its words;
for it is quavered with your voice
shining with your body’s glow,
astonished at itself
because of you.
A poem made to greet you when you wake.
It is not mine
I found it --
In your body I discovered it.
I found it living in your voice.
Look at how it’s glowing with your body’s colouring.
Look now, how it’s trembling with the way you speak.
My hand is quivered at the touch of it,
my tongue grows sweetly numb in tasting
all its words;
for it is quavered with your voice
shining with your body’s glow,
astonished at itself
because of you.
#passion
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Aug 2020 6:28pm
28th Aug 2020 6:28pm
awe
The open “yes” to me within your eyes,
its quiet thunder,
how can I speak of it?
Against the sly light there,
I have no words.
I’m sundered.
But seeing it,
I now begin to know
just what the ancients felt
and gave their voices to
when they, starlit
so long ago,
gazed upwards at
the swirling glories of the night
and then cried out in longing awe
as they were filled with wonder.
its quiet thunder,
how can I speak of it?
Against the sly light there,
I have no words.
I’m sundered.
But seeing it,
I now begin to know
just what the ancients felt
and gave their voices to
when they, starlit
so long ago,
gazed upwards at
the swirling glories of the night
and then cried out in longing awe
as they were filled with wonder.
#love
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Aug 2020 10:25pm
27th Aug 2020 10:25pm
What I Want
This is what I need
as dawn begins to
wake the world:
your absent body, now, with me
tightly, tightly
lined against my bones
against my appetite
against the stretching light
this morning slowly swirls
upon my limbs,
and then
your hand upon my thigh,
your mouth against my ear
and you, all hunger,
whispering
“I’m here, I’m here, I’m here”.
..
as dawn begins to
wake the world:
your absent body, now, with me
tightly, tightly
lined against my bones
against my appetite
against the stretching light
this morning slowly swirls
upon my limbs,
and then
your hand upon my thigh,
your mouth against my ear
and you, all hunger,
whispering
“I’m here, I’m here, I’m here”.
..
#lust
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Aug 2020 10:25pm
24th Aug 2020 10:25pm
eyes
Your eyes -
like stars in sighing nights.
I wonder if
they’ll change
my destiny.
like stars in sighing nights.
I wonder if
they’ll change
my destiny.
#lust
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Aug 2020 5:15pm
12th Aug 2020 5:15pm
Time the Devourer
I’ve come to see
that time’s epitome
is gluttony,
an arrowed force implacable
whose aim it is to ravage all
to entropy,
to wither youth to bodily infirmity
and then into the grave
and quickened beauty to its end
in haggarding.
Not even the almighty hand of god
can from it his creation save.
Dust to dust and then
oblivion its fate,
for time devours everything;
its appetite’s
insatiate.
that time’s epitome
is gluttony,
an arrowed force implacable
whose aim it is to ravage all
to entropy,
to wither youth to bodily infirmity
and then into the grave
and quickened beauty to its end
in haggarding.
Not even the almighty hand of god
can from it his creation save.
Dust to dust and then
oblivion its fate,
for time devours everything;
its appetite’s
insatiate.
#grief
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Aug 2020 6:25pm
5th Aug 2020 6:25pm
How Can I Make you Believe?
I only have the mouthless moon,
and then
the silent arc of distant stars,
to stand as witnesses on my behalf
that when I say I am in love with you
I do not lie.
I cannot help but wonder if
you will believe my words
so unattested as they are
by works,
and spoken from
a country far away?
How, I ask, did others in the past
make known when distance was
a barrier to deeds
the fact their love professed was real
and come to be believed
as speaking truth?
Was their voice as small, ...
and then
the silent arc of distant stars,
to stand as witnesses on my behalf
that when I say I am in love with you
I do not lie.
I cannot help but wonder if
you will believe my words
so unattested as they are
by works,
and spoken from
a country far away?
How, I ask, did others in the past
make known when distance was
a barrier to deeds
the fact their love professed was real
and come to be believed
as speaking truth?
Was their voice as small, ...
#LongDistanceRelationship
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EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Aug 2020 4:56pm
1st Aug 2020 4:56pm
Kiss Me Now
Kiss me now
as if you knew
this was your only chance
for anything
resembling bliss,
satiety,
to have the dreams you’ve named
beyond your reach
fulfilled.
Then kiss me once
again
and, oh, again
until the crazy world
surrounding us
is stilled.
as if you knew
this was your only chance
for anything
resembling bliss,
satiety,
to have the dreams you’ve named
beyond your reach
fulfilled.
Then kiss me once
again
and, oh, again
until the crazy world
surrounding us
is stilled.
#lust
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jul 2020 7:24pm
30th Jul 2020 7:24pm
At First Sight
Is the frequent, cherished claim
that love springs up
upon a look anew
a romance lie?
Oh no, I say.
I had the solid proof
the claim was fully true
when I first looked
into my lover’s flashing eyes.
So swayed was I
by them
and how they had me held
within her gaze,
then gob-stooped, rooted, and amazed,
I kenned how indisputably
that I was finally graced
by angels and by god,
that I was uncontrollably compelled
to praise into the sky
a “thank you, thank you, thank you!...
that love springs up
upon a look anew
a romance lie?
Oh no, I say.
I had the solid proof
the claim was fully true
when I first looked
into my lover’s flashing eyes.
So swayed was I
by them
and how they had me held
within her gaze,
then gob-stooped, rooted, and amazed,
I kenned how indisputably
that I was finally graced
by angels and by god,
that I was uncontrollably compelled
to praise into the sky
a “thank you, thank you, thank you!...
#love
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