SamadhiMuse

                       Sometimes I wish, I need…
              Sometimes I want to just wake her
               and say “Hold me, make it go away.”
             All this age and dissolutionment
               the aches that words can’t say
             But we sleep in bed like strangers
               and the night seeps between us like death
             and I’m afraid that if I awaken her
               she’ll be annoyed and have nothing to say.
             So I lay and quietly twist
               while snapshot memories
             crawl over me like worms
               and the night waits endlessly
             against my need
               and my stomach whispers of
                  its little boy fears.
                                 gallagher
                                 22 sep 1982

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

         “I’m insecure.”, I said, and she came and held me.
         She’d been telling me of her boy friend at work
           and the story of what they’d been thru these past weeks.
         My heart had crept from its shell to stare
           and my questions quivered to be calm and even
              as they followed her there.
         She had been unhappy to share in his lies and deceits
           and had said that if he was unhappy
         that he should leave his wife
           and then she and he could conduct themselves
              straight and fair.
         But when he took her advice his wife, driven to far,
           tried to take her life and thus held him there
         and, now, he and Rose are ‘just friends’
           across the quiet bridge of his despair.
                                       gallagher
                                       20 October 1982
                                       sjc

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —