So empty some mornings, in the aftermath of passion and non-commitments
a sophisticated dance of strangers on high wires
between the honesties and our self-preservations
sometimes, sometimes I wake up wondering …
Kathy’s slumbering passion makes a boy of me at times
but at other times her eyes fail to trust me
and so we pass in and out of the spaces
where we make contact
I said to her that I would melt her down
until she could let me see her soul
and I ache, sometimes, for just how close I’ve passed her
just behind her skin … just behind her eyes.
gallagher
05-23-78 – about kathy a.
long beach
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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