I fell into her eyes, as I always do
but her level of candor wasn’t as deep.
I love to touch her
and I crave her smiling eyes
but she rarely speaks from her guts
Its considered, its parceled out
sometimes its evasive
and sometimes its just downright
unfelt social politeness
I wonder what she thinks she has to lose
if she spoke her heart now and changed it
in five minutes it would be more real
than this tap-dancing to confusion.
Nothings sure, nothings certain…
so who do we confuse?
perhaps she’s me as I was to Beverly
maybe I’ve something to learn here.
gallagher
may 17, 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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