3rd Place - Feb 2012

The Food of Love

You cannot be alone. Your lover
keeps you close - he learned his
love, and everything else,
from songs.
You're always tucked against him
like a breast-pocket icon;
you're closer than his lyre,
but his hands are still more certain on her body.

You know his art's the most important, but
a breath, a touch of softness
would sweeten the deal you've
accepted. You never expected
a man who stutters
when he doesn't sing.
Take your pride in what you've done
for his fame, but Eurydice, my darling -
when you meet again,
your painted eyes should show him

- Genevieve MacKay