SamadhiMuse

         Another vision in the morning’s light …
         I remember Vadim of France
         and the succession of beautiful women he’d found
         and loved and, according to the gossip sheets,
         lost.
         They say lost but I think loved … and freed.
         When I read about him a deep admiration stirred
         within me.
         I remember when I met Lise she asked me,
         “Why do you go around picking up waitresses,
         do you like the feeling of power or something?”
         and I though then that she was crazy to think that way.
         Of all the women I’ve loved
         only she has awoken (or remembered herself).
         In the others always grew dependency for my love,
         grew the conviction that because, at that moment,
         I could help them, that I was inherently the stronger.
         And none of them flowered and found what I saw hidden
         except Lise.
         I am NOT Vadim and Lise is not Catherine Deneuve
         but something not unlike them has happened here.
         The husks of her insecurities have fallen away
         and she had begun to remember her true power.
         It stirred me to deep love to see her growth …
         now she is lean and confident and sexy,
         now the brashness of the young Parisian rebel
         has surfaced again and she is so beautiful.
         And in me all this has uncovered my insecurities.
         I fell in love with her
         as if I could hold her or own what I saw.
         How strong, how very strong Vadim must be that
         all those tremendous women have all gone on
         and thay are all friends, still.
         I want this, …
         I can feel this.
         Lise has grown and taught me much about women
         and about myself
         and now that I’ve tasted it …
         I want more.
                                 gallagher
                                 6 dec 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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            What lightening days these.
              In strobe flashes, its coming.
            Can you hear me, Lord?
              I’m willing to bear
                 such beauty and chaos.
            Alive and close, so close am I
              to something I can’t name….
            These moments and feelings
              are stripping me down.
            Right now I want to dance
              in the power of it.
            And Lise, she is part of it
              in some way
                 I can no longer fathom.
            She said it this morning,
              “We needed each other”
            Her emergence has catalyzed my own
              and, for this moment, she’s driving me
                 close to the very edge of my potential.
                                 gallagher
                                 6 dec 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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