Thursday, February 23, 2012

Donal Mahoney- A Poem

A Southern Girl’s, Uncoiling

Whenever I mention you,
the doctor always asks
what do I see,
 
now that you’re gone, 
when I think of you. 
I say I see thighs,
 
tanned and gleaming,
kissed by the proper
Bonwit skirt, rising
 
through the terminal
toward me and above
your thighs
 
that smile,
a Southern girl’s,
uncoiling.

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