After Diana on acid
That our spirits ran like water together
and we were no more than our experience -
is what I'm thinking sometime later.
At some improbable junction
between moving vans and long time compromises
we walked through each other ghost to ghost
and appeared again, unchanged.
Its all too high priced and much too nice
this mixing of friends and lovers, of fire and ice.
Its more than our lives's fabric can bear
that we could wear each other's hearts
and the cloth not tear.
My fire sign sister with the high maya price,
you're very tempting, but the karma's not nice.
gallagher
3 July 75
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Great poem, Dennis!