Birds Of Paradise - Poem by Donal Mahoney
As you move toward the door
to open it so I may leave
I notice how your Levis cage
the anacondas of your thighs.
One more move like that, I say,
and I’ll toss my briefcase to the floor
and bring you yipping to the couch
and kiss your breasts until they rise
like startled Birds of Paradise.
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