Thursday, April 9, 2015

A Song in Her Valley

When he saw her in heels
he said she’s the one so
he said his “I do,” never to 
climb a different mountain.

That night he began  
at her ankles, climbed 
seams in her stockings,
moved over her hips

and circled her waist,
strolled up her spine and 
stood on her shoulders, 
took a deep breath and

rappelled to the smile 
he saw on her breasts. 
Many years later his life 
is a song in her valley.

Donal Mahoney

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