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