Archive for the ‘Sharon’ Category


Wednesday, January 4th, 1989

Winter always comes.
Dan told Sharon and me about he and Tiffany
and my heart ached for him.

His first love and pain and loss
and I doubt I’ve learned much
20 years on.

Outside, rain and gray skies.
Inside, somewhere, Joan receeds with a slow ache
and Sharon acends.

Softness and steel, enlightenment and caution.

My futures murmuring … ’89 finds me
unfocused and unsettled
falling in love with a moving target.

She calls out the best in me
but, sometimes, I just want her to hold me
and, sometimes, she does.

4 jan 89
san juan capistrano

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Friday, January 6th, 1989

Buddha says that if we want something,
we open ourselves to the possibility of disappointment
and someone else said we get what we need.

All that I know of women and karma and connectivity
is far too simple for she who now stands before me.

Companion, friend, lover, teacher
big challenge …

I cannot dominate her. I cannot lie or hide from her.
I cannot predict her or take her love and openhandedness
for granted.
And yet, she brings, gives, is
everything I want, without barter.

God, my friend, are you laughing there
where chance and destiny are woven?

Nicaragua, indeed entire continents, await.
Wind in their trees and passion on my pages.

She stands in front of me like elevator shafts
and vertigo.
God’s laughter is kind.

6 jan 89
san juan capistrano

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Saturday, February 18th, 1989
                     I'm afraid to be alone
                     because my mother left me alone
                     so much.
                     Women are
                     not being alone.
                     I chose Joan
                     because I knew she would be
                     at least as addicted to me
                     as I to her
                     and after dealing with
                     open and unpredictable Lise
                     that was important.
                     I don't doubt loving Sharon
                     but I'm afraid
                     because her lack of visible addiction
                     brings back memories and fear
                     of the pain Lise gave me
                     and of being alone.
                                 18 feb 89

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —