Archive for 1985

1985-06-20

Thursday, June 20th, 1985

Women used to lure me, right in off the street
my hands on their hips.
Ah, that sweet thought
gave rise to heat…

And I’d see them standing, anywhere,
and I’d watch them all;
my fantasies unfolding, I could hear
the siren’s call.

But now I’m getting older
and my feet are finding ground,
and my crotch no longer points me
at all things … soft and round.

And I praise God for favors
and a heart that’s turned to clay
for I can see my sisters smiling now
and have the strength to turn away.

gallagher
20 June 1985

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-06-29 June 29, 1985

Saturday, June 29th, 1985
                                         June 29, 1985
         Dear Dennis,
              "True" friendship binds my life to yours.  It
         is trusting, but delicate.  Love got in the way.
              I really understand your enigmatic nature.
         Why?  You are the man-likeness of me, Woman.
              Faults ("humaness") or varying degrees of
         sensitivity are understood, intelligence is
         appreciated; but passionate yearnings must be
         subdued.  Better to lose lust than the love of the
         soul and all the emotions, etc. therein of my
         friend.
              You are an elusive butterfly, like you've
         seen me; yet the lovely translucent glow of our
         friendship speaks supremely of itself.
                              Love,
                                Kathy
         p.s. I liked the card.  It expressed your feelings
         perfectly ( I think ).
         XXOO
         p.s.s Narcissus and Goldmun was a treasure.  Thank
         you, Gallagher.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-07-01

Monday, July 1st, 1985

Lise calls and can’t see me today for lunch
or tomorrow evening; control in her voice.
A letter will be written today explaining…
We hang up, softly; I should wait for the letter.

Outside, in the 9am sunshine of a 90’s day
I sit.
Eyes closed, sunlight and apprehension mixing.

I don’t want to wait for a letter
wondering all day what it will say
and all day tomorrow,
wondering if it will come.

I’ll call…
If it’s goodbye then let’s get to it.
If it’s not, then let’s say so.
I should wait, be considerate, give her space
but I’ve never been able
to wait on potential pain
if I have a choice.

Now is the only moment to deal.

gallagher
1 jul 85


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —