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