Sometimes the senses are so keen
in the places that we meet;
Your eyes open to me and I feel
mine open to you,
and as I look I pour love
from my eyes,
and I see it shining in yours,
And there is something soft here,
yet something so sharp.
And why is it that when we talk
in ways that bare our hearts,
reveal our feelings
Your voice takes on new resonance;
because I hear your soul speak?
And entwined together with the
daylight sifting through drapes,
The skin is so alive;
all warm and soft and firm and cool;
living, breathing, feeling skin
There may be little spots of
reservations
But then you show me patience,
honesty and understanding
And I treasure you all the more.
I wonder what we've been
for each other through the ages?
When you nip and suck my breasts
I feel so comfortable
something so familiar and timeless
It's very peaceful and I wonder
perhaps sometime you were my
child.
I imagine a child that consoled
me and made my life happy.
Did I treat you well? Is that
why you are helping me now?
I fell you're helping me remember,
grow and push to risk.
Joan
aproximately June 1986
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —