They’re brusing’ me, these days
ever since I met her its been chaos in emotion city
the lady’s a razor … the lady’s just too much
the lady keeps me in free fall … in love.
She comes on electric … hyper
she’s got intelligence to burn … quicksilver mind
small and wiry … she’s been wounded and maimed
and her wit and opinions are quick to reclaim the loss
And her fantasies … she walked me thru them … a farmer’s son
dazzled my simple love and even acceptance
made love to my body … to my eyes … my hands
until I sustained a smile two days running … fantasy time
She’s a woman I’d give up a lot for and ache if it was enough
but she’s got a lot of past to sort before this could be real
she led me in because it felt so good, to love…to fall into it
but she’s not really ready to play
and I don’t know if falling in love can be put on hold
So, today, rinsed and drained … emptied … more real and yet less
I think I can learn to see her like the others, but not easily.
I want to love so simply … I want to love so singly
I don’t know why it should be so hard
why am I always loving someone else’s love?
gallagher
18 aug 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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