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by Kevin T. McEneaney
Fri Jul 7th, 2017

My lover’s body is nothing at all

like glossy pics in upscale magazines

depicting coats, hats, shoes, vests, overalls,

lingerie, ties, underwear or sweaters.

Absent is that vacuous model gaze

or the cultivated “come hither” look.  

In its place is frankness, warm embrace,

the reverse of a chance encounter’s luck.


Those who switch lovers like a boat’s life-vest

never come to terms with adversity

until they face a dead-end tragedy.

In the end friendship is the sturdiest

structure of love that gazes ardently—

far from the culture of celebrity.