SamadhiMuse » Helen K.

1976-09-07

Dennis — Tue, 07 Sep 1976 08:00:00 +0000


         What strange weeds the winter leaves us here
         in the stark sunlight after our lusty cheer.
         And with what wondrous clarity the mirrors shine
         and show the one that was, against the one that's left behind.

         I can't see, but the clarity aches my eyes,
         through these transient passages wove with immoral cries.
         And we weave and wind our parts and thine
         just gamblers come to meet
         in a place where nothing lasts.

                                 gallagher
                                 7 September 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1977-05-03 Helen

Dennis — Tue, 03 May 1977 08:00:00 +0000


                       Helen

      The passage ended in our dance of form and enlightenment.
      In the afternoon, over tea cups,
      our warmth pressing us, without clinging,
      we spoke and smiled there, felt and saw feeling there
      and with simplicity, we never hid or hurt each other.
      Open and centered, the meal had been served.

                              gallagher
                              05-03-77 - helen k.ends us
                              long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1977-11-03 Helen

Dennis — Thu, 03 Nov 1977 08:00:00 +0000


                          Helen

            Not much to say ... we just smiled
            no explanations for our passion
            she told me a long story
            about a Korean soap opera
            and between riots of orgasmic laughter
            I loved it.

            Her eyes from half way round the world
            are Asiatic brown, hooded
            against the Mongol winds
            windows into someone else
            with no need to explain.

            with all the culture of the east
            she enters into our spaces
            and waits for the tides to roll
            and when she leaves again
            its without drag or remorse.

            She shares what's free
            and asks for nothing more
            our passions and smiles are enough.

                           gallagher
                           11-03-77 - about helen k.
                           long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-01-09

Dennis — Mon, 09 Jan 1978 08:00:00 +0000

            Smile and flow, touch our cells
               streams of time bound in form, we
            the seeds of suns burn in our eyes
               cast in the relief of these moments
            children of chance, the best of nonsense
               laughing it all away
            we run on and down scarlet streamers
               universes dying to become real
            our cells are our templates, timeless
               behind these moments, our loves, our deaths
            I love our smiles which never cease
               and as our passion bears us again
                  the ground waits beneath us forever
                              gallagher
                              01-09-78 - about helen k.
                              long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-01-09

Dennis — Mon, 09 Jan 1978 08:03:00 +0000

         Tapestries surround me … richness and texture
            I feel blessed
         Helen grows more beautiful with the months …
            the rainy afternoon I rode thru to be here, soaked
               to be here warm when she came
         a warm space and time between two lives so different
         And Rose, so much a part of me
            let me stray for just a few hours
         and I see how beautiful she always is
            her hair, her face, her body, her hips
               her spirit, her little girl, her mother
         all of her just by being in my life blesses me
            her love, her nature, her lack of pretense.
                              gallagher
                              01-09-78 – for two ladies
                              long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-03-30 30 mar 78

Dennis — Thu, 30 Mar 1978 08:00:00 +0000

30 mar 78

Sudden end of love
she found us mingled in the aftermath of passion
and it nearly killed us all
broken glass, broken bed, broken heart
when they left
and left me to clean up

The moment’s past and I could feel a node
had gone down
history resettled, fortunes changed
and all of who I was altered
tomorrow’s an unknown again

Rose likely will not speak to me again
Kathy left our initial encounter amid flying glass
and Kim called and departed, unfulfilled
and, for me, tomorrow waits
to see what they’ll all make of this

No help in the morning, my loans are called in
and some months will be needed to heal us all
if anything can.

gallagher

30 mar 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-04-19

Dennis — Wed, 19 Apr 1978 08:00:00 +0000

Who could need words with Helen
skin to skin … smile to smile
east to west … we, wordlessly
pleased and pleasing
underneath our cultures
its all the same

touches and smiles need no names.

gallagher

04-19-78 – helen k.

long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-04-19

Dennis — Wed, 19 Apr 1978 08:02:00 +0000

Skin to skin
life mesh to mesh
our feelings freed
we pressed our best
the weave of life
held us bound in tune

gallagher

04-19-78 – helen k.

long beach

1978-05-12

Dennis — Fri, 12 May 1978 08:00:00 +0000

The warm summer’s evening slumbers
amid the afternoon’s late umbers
The warm summer wind carressed us
and I felt her hands, warm
coming thru my skin
and, so, the evening fell
as our skins pressed and our minds umbered
beneath the summer night’s spell.

gallagher

05-12-78 – about helen k.

long beach

1978-07-28 Eastern Fire

Dennis — Fri, 28 Jul 1978 08:00:00 +0000

Eastern Fire

Helen … unfolds like a flower … stories pass her lips to my wonder … I,
so unseeing behind my blind passions … had no conception
of her spirit or her beauty or her depth before

She easily matched me because she is the same
logical and controlled and passionate and willful, all together
her secret spaces eluded my empathy and I thought it to be the culture

But in the soft light, after, she told me of her coming
of Toronto and Vancouver and the places she left behind
and of her lover and of the Canadian strawberry fields

One hundred pounds of fire and logic silhouetted in my doorway
black raven’s hair; the light plays on her face thru my new understandings
and I smile to see what a good friend has been my lover all along.

gallagher

07-28-78 – about helen k.

long beach