SamadhiMuse

               Empty waiting fills me
                  hands touch and caress me
                     hold me ... detain me,
                        brush me ... love me ...
                           and then on the edge of leaving
                              I remain.

               My pain ... becomes me
                  and I dress for the waiting
                     impatiently.

               Its for sure I can't leave
                  without my goodbye
                     and so I remain ...
                        unwilling to take it.

               Rushed by hands to wait
                  I feel the pain ...
                     and then they take it.

                              Gallagher
                              21 April 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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