... Applachia ..., ... Autumn ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... experimental ..., ... ghosts ..., ... girl ..., ... humor ..., ... kiss ..., ... lips ..., ... love ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... the South ..., ... the sun ..., ... time ...

slow cooked

it is not some
trite dalliance
that grips the
heart of men.

only dull, skittish
boys relish the
heated felicity
of a made to order,
stir-fried love.

but men, with souls
of old, yearn
for a touch
scooped slowly, deliberately
from the bottom of her
deep, boiling cauldron.

a woman’s affection
is a savory stew, that
fills the heart long
before the loins and
leaves with no want;

only the wafting joy
of a salacious morning
left cooling in the breeze
on an opened window sill.

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