It could be that she is the chosen love of my life
certainly no other face has moved me so constantly
and very few have really touched me
and none, like her, … through and through
A year I’ve drifted and loved and sifted
and she still says more to me in five minutes of anger
than most with hours of love
we’re bound, it feels, beneath our lives and lovers
by the years we grew together and the child we love
so that Texas and our youth
and our learning trust and love
are more cement and pattern
that sex and words can change or will undo.
gallagher
29 nov 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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