She said, “You like to walk on the edge?”
“Yes, I do, … Yes”, I said
and I looked across the space and into her eyes
and fell on over to the other side
Its by the edge that the strong survive
its on across that the dead come alive
she said, “You always seem so open and so real.”
and I thought, “I’m trying to stand all that I feel.”
Electric eyes, she has electric skin
I want to love you, I want to win
Love’s easily my hardest game
its oneness is an invitation to pain
and yet…and yet I open
again and again.
gallagher
aug 29, 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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