Joan arrives and brings
vulnerability, doubt and joy.
I'm scared to death of her
for the way she uncenters me.
What is it she does to me?
Like quicksilver she seeps so quickly
into my secret heart.
In mere days I've come to crave her smile
and fear her loss.
All my previous composure is gone
in a week's time.
Am I this vulnerable now, after Lise?
Will I be swept away again and again?
Is this something real or just a rebound?
And everytime my fear gives me pause
she comes and shares a secret space
and I'm gone further
into a place
I know less and less.
gallagher
4 Mar 86
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —