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1977-11-03 Helen

Thursday, November 3rd, 1977
 
                          Helen

            Not much to say ... we just smiled
            no explanations for our passion
            she told me a long story
            about a Korean soap opera
            and between riots of orgasmic laughter
            I loved it.

            Her eyes from half way round the world
            are Asiatic brown, hooded
            against the Mongol winds
            windows into someone else
            with no need to explain.

            with all the culture of the east
            she enters into our spaces
            and waits for the tides to roll
            and when she leaves again
            its without drag or remorse.

            She shares what's free
            and asks for nothing more
            our passions and smiles are enough.

                           gallagher
                           11-03-77 - about helen k.
                           long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-03-18

Saturday, March 18th, 1978

Brown eyes I can feel …
when her eyes meet mine
my secret smiles begin to burn
and I can’t remember the last time
I felt someone so much … without touching.
I smile until I have to break for sanity
from these brown eyes, so real.

gallagher
18 mar 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-04-05

Wednesday, April 5th, 1978

Its so different between here and there.
just a dream two memories share.
and I remember from the other place
that her eyes and lips have pressed my face.

Its not easy to see her here,
amid the phones and the business air,
and sometimes we smile and say nothing much.
its empty and far…so far from touch.

Ah, but I remember where…remember where…

In the soft light I can see her eyes
looking at mine thru our impassioned highs
and her pursed lips waiting, dusky soft and square
like a crushed rose that cries for love’s repair

Yes, this comeS to me here, in the office now,
thru this glass wall amid the computer’s howl
that my soul has touched her’s in flight
and all these bright hours only await the night.

gallagher
05 apr 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —