June 28, 2011

No New Woman by Donal Mahoney


I’ve found no new woman,
as you’d like to surmise.
But the next one
who braids
my mind with my heart
won’t get away,
not even if she’s a nun.
The next one like you
I’ll lock in a room
near the sky and there
will I kiss her until
she is certain
a thousand butterflies
one by one
are lighting
all over her body.






Donal Mahoney has had poems published in Cherry Blossom Review and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa.

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