I stopped to think about you
for just a moment….
Our hours
and your dark eyes
warmed me with a longing
as I mused.
You’re so far away and yet,
you’re so near….
Can it be your skin
I touched so
in our secret sheltered hours?
Somewhere, here,
among the efficient people
and the business forms
are you?
Do you breath? …
Are those your same eyes,
skin, hands, feelings
I felt?
Can you understand
why I think these things?
than no matter how many times
I press you to me and kiss your eyes
I will still wonder
if you’re for real….
when you are far away.
Dark eyes, come transfix me
and burn away my doubts.
Let me see your sun-seeds shining
and let me feel you
through these walls and floors.
I want it all,
everything
we can give or get….
gallagher
13 jul 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —