SamadhiMuse

            5 am; I awake from an empty sleep
              with my heart hammering.
            2 months ago Lise and Rose both loved me
              and I was agonizing over what to do…
            This early morning hour
              Rose lies with Jack
              and Lise with Anthony
              and I sit here, wondering still,
              how it all came to be like this.
            Addictions I could’ve never broken
              these women …
              I breathed their love
              and saw through their eyes
              and faced the world full
              of their strength and affection.
            Now, if I want either or both
              I have to accept their other men,
              kill my feelings down to where
              its just casual fun,
              drop the addictions
              and simply love them without need
              or that deep sharing
              that always seems to lead
              to addiction.
                              Gallagher
                              17 Dec 85
                              Tuscon, AZ

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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         Every dream, every obsession, every revenge
           Every loving thought and every silence
         sincerely begun
           now come to visit me.
         Carlos Castenada and Shirley MacLaine
           give me relief from my twisting
         with each of their views
           of what lies beyond these immediate moments.
         I’m close to the edge of my learning potential
           and too close to the edge of my sanity.
         Time, that moved so swiftly when I slept, in love,
           now telescopes to a near stop …
         Here, where these moments hang pregnant
           with possible freedom or destruction,
         here, where I squirm between emotional addiction
           and my fear and longing for deep freedom,
         here, where every moment hangs with powerful intent,
           is the space between great sleeps.
         And here, I am …
                                    Gallagher
                                    17 Dec 85
                                    Tuscon, AZ

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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