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Love Poems by Michael R. Burch

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about love, passion, desire, sex, flirting, dating and marriage. On an amusing note, my steamy Sappho and Baudelaire translations have become popular with the pros ― porn stars and escort services!

Preposterous Eros
by Michael R. Burch

“Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga

Preposterous Eros shot me in
the buttocks, with a Devilish grin,
spent all my money in a rush
then left my heart effete pink mush.

Build You a Nest

Similar to how
Platypi secrete
Poison from their
feet
the heels of your lips
rips my heart
apart
soul surrender
modern art
Poison guise
covert convalescence
from the claws
of your eyes
Laws of lies'
essence
intrude to conclude
an earnest feeling
dealing with the fact
that I love you
deeply
And much like Platypi
I am often confused
for something
that I'm not
but
in love
with you
this I'm as certain
as Platypi
are to amphibians

which they're not

The Sorrow and the Pretty, A Proem Upon "The Fallen Chrysanthemums" - Confessions of Nightingale, One Who Did Not Leap

*********

escape to chrysanthemum clouds

now too too crowded

for six falling, the sad young
men who leap from bridges:

Tyler Clementi, Raymond Chase,
Asher Brown, Billy Lucas, Seth Walsh,
Justin Aaberg

Chrysanthemums in hand
clutched for support:

Inside My Father's Bomber Dream - After Richard Hugo

for the Major, my father, an airman, not a sailor

Again, what is remembered.

The chase is on.

Sailors this time.
Cotton candy sweet
in their dress whites,
they seek out
stains desperate
for a night in arms.

Dawn's a blur, a slippery

The Empress Of Contrails Writes Upon Darkness - Anxiety Of Influence

homage to Artur Rimbaud & Federico Garcia Lorca, & for Viren G.

"there will be no repose at the altars" - Artur Rimbaud

"the labyrinths
that time creates
vanish.

(only desert
remains.)

Poetry As Constellation

for Karthik
...
...
"...descend, and of the curveship lend a myth to God." - Hart Crane

...
...

You hear

'consolation'

as 'constellation'

Response To Bernadette Mayer's "First Turn To Me..."

you appear without notice and with flowers
I fall for it and we become missionaries

Photos From Lost Days At Stillborn Falls

You see them all morning while driving,
broken cars, omens, those towns you drive

Tourists

Visits of condolence is all we get from them.
They squat at the Holocaust Memorial,
They put on grave faces at the Wailing Wall
And they laugh behind heavy curtains
In their hotels.
They have their pictures taken
Together with our famous dead
At Rachel's Tomb and Herzl's Tomb
And on Ammunition Hill.
They weep over our sweet boys
And lust after our tough girls
And hang up their underwear
To dry quickly
In cool, blue bathrooms.

Troilus And Criseyde Book 05

Incipit Liber Quintus.

Aprochen gan the fatal destinee
That Ioves hath in disposicioun,
And to yow, angry Parcas, sustren three,
Committeth, to don execucioun;
For which Criseyde moste out of the toun,
And Troilus shal dwelle forth in pyne
Til Lachesis his threed no lenger twyne. --

The golden-tressed Phebus heighe on-lofte
Thryes hadde alle with his bemes shene
The snowes molte, and Zephirus as ofte
Y-brought ayein the tendre leves grene,
Sin that the sone of Ecuba the quene
Bigan to love hir first, for whom his sorwe

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