On Kathy— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
It makes me sad to think she’s drifting away
I loved her so, her brown eyes and her deep magic
I never understood what it was that called to me in her
a beautiful loner, she understood my ways very little
and yet there was, is, something that makes me ache for her love
but I’m beginning to see it could never be
not now, anyway. Not now in her life, maybe never
she’s deep in her aloneness and she may always live that way
I’m glad I love her no matter how it comes out
thank you, life.
gallagher
13 aug 78
Archive for August, 1978
1978-08-13 On Kathy
Sunday, August 13th, 19781978-08-15 On Kathy, again
Tuesday, August 15th, 1978On Kathy, again— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
It was reality mocking me about how I’d tried to see
it was gaining while giving it all away.
it was all the love I could want for free
and all I had to do was let it be.
Sadly, I’d thought we’d never be more
but when I settled for what was left
I found the Madonna there in your eyes
I found your loving touch to mine so wise
Electric skin, our eyes turned in,
the soft light pressing’ me and then
you smiled at me and we were gone again
and time’s small edges frayed away
gain pressing’ me and then
you smiled at me and we were gone again
and time’s small edge our bodies wind and climb
seeking all that words can’t say
..I know you know…you know I know…
that I can have your love and let you go is fine
I’m going to try and do it every time.
gallagher
15 aug 78
1978-08-18
Friday, August 18th, 1978They’re bruising me, these days
ever since I met her its been chaos in emotion city.
The lady’s a razor … the lady’s just too much.
The lady keeps me in free fall … in love.
She comes on electric … hyper.
She’s got intelligence to burn … a quicksilver mind.
Small and wiry … she’s been wounded and maimed
and her wit and opinions are quick to reclaim the loss.
And her fantasies! …she walked me thru them … a farmer’s son.
Dazzled my simple love and even acceptance,
made love to my body … to my eyes … my hands
until I sustained a smile two days running.
She’s a woman I’d give up a lot for – and ache if it was enough.
But she’s got a lot of past to sort before this could be real.
She led me in because it felt so good, to love…to fall into it.
But she’s not really ready to play
and I don’t know if falling in love can be put on hold.
So, today, rinsed and drained … emptied … more real and yet less
I think I can learn to see her like the others, but not easily.
I want to love so simply … I want to love so singly.
I don’t know why it should be so hard.
Why am I always loving someone else’s love?
gallagher
18 aug 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —