35,000 ft, my thoughts like swirling birds.
Joan and her spiritualism are focusing me hard.
No casual affair; her effect on me.
No face passing in a moment of light or lust
but a catalyst and an unleashing in me...
realizations and recognitions
pass like crossing swords where she is.
It's not that I should grasp at her
or resist her here
but that I should let her simply play out
her part unburdened
and learn from all that she evokes in me
or gives to me
or takes from me.
She brings me my own.
My own possessiveness and insecurity,
my own needs and fears.
She reveals me to myself,
so quickly has she cut me open.
gallagher
5 mar 86
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