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1985-07-02

Tuesday, July 2nd, 1985 
         Like steel in the fire is she
           the hammer blows
         can only reveal her soul.
           Humbled, she will find strength.
         And from the fires of insecurity
           she will learn that deep acceptance,
             which is, Damascus steel.
         I watch the blacksmith raining blows
           and see the dross that falls
         and comes the soul that winnows free
           from each of us.
         This weathered wood, our bodies,
           and the immortal steel of our souls
         make my heart ache
           with the beauty of their enduring demise.
                                 gallagher
                                 02 July 1985
         - about Lise

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1985-08-07

Wednesday, August 7th, 1985 
            How sweet it is that she gives me her love
              and sends me home so full of peace.
            Here to be with my books and poems,
              secure and loved against the night
              and that awesome emptiness
              that can destroy our serenity.
            Her face in my mind so close
              her hands and skin and words...
              ...the evening air caresses me
              as I ride thru all the years
                 of these poems.
                                    gallagher
                                    7 august 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1985-11-20

Wednesday, November 20th, 1985 
            That I had opened to Lise
            means the hand of Fate can move there.|

            This dark eyed woman who captures me so;
            I want to look deep into the mystery of it
            for life is made more of this,
            the spaces between men and women,
            than of anything else.

            In the darkness there I will find everything
            I've wanted to learn.
            Just as I've found the warmth of her heart
            and the musk of her inner thigh
            so can I find more
            by accepting everything Fate offers
            through her.

            Come, dark eyes, come and burn me down again.
            Come, with your mystery and your love,
            with your mother's heart and your lover's passion.
            Come with love ascending ... or departing.
            Love me or hurt me, cherish me or scorn me.
            Today Fate's hand moves through you
            and I will listen to It
            through this love, yours and mine,
            until I can rise to the dance no more.
                                    gallagher
                                    20 Nov 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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