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  • By Michael R. Burch

Love Has a Southern Flavor

Golden Morning - Thomas Moran

Love has a Southern flavor: honeydew,

ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spout

we tilt to basking faces to breathe out

the ordinary, and inhale perfume ...

Love’s Dixieland-rambunctious: tangled vines,

wild clematis, the gold-brocaded leaves

that will not keep their order in the trees,

unmentionables that peek from dancing lines ...

Love cannot be contained, like Southern nights:

the constellations’ dying mysteries,

the fireflies that hum to light, each tree’s

resplendent autumn cape, a genteel sight ...

Love also is as wild, as sprawling-sweet,

as decadent as the wet leaves at our feet.

Michael R. Burch is the editor of The HyperTexts, on-line at, where he has published hundreds of poets over the past twenty years. His poetry has been translated into eleven languages and set to music by three composers. A five-time Pushcart nominee, his poems, translations and essays have appeared in hundreds of literary journals, including Light Quarterly, The Lyric, Measure, Iambs & Trochees, Blue Unicorn, The Chariton Review, The Chimaera, Able Muse, Lucid Rhythms, Poem Today, Asses of Parnassus, Writer’s Digest—The Year’s Best Writing and The Best of the Eclectic Muse.

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