Archive for the ‘Joan’ Category

1986-03-31

Monday, March 31st, 1986
            I'm going deeper, deeper ...
            Becoming immersed in this newness of Us.
            Each new layer we explore brings us closer,
                 intensifies the tune.
            We reach each other
            in so many ways, on so many levels.
            We meet on mental bridges that span experience
            And share inquires of life and living
            We meet in play and laughter
            that deepens our joy.
            And we meet in passions soft and wild
                 each new embrace building both
                 hunger and pleasure.
                                    Joan
                                    3/31 - 4/1/86

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1986-04-02

Wednesday, April 2nd, 1986

Doubts, honesties, passions,
and sometimes deep insecurities
riddle these moments.
It’s getting less clear day by day
who I am and what I want.

Joan walks here with me,
a younger trusting spirit
deep springs of wisdom and feeling
in her eyes.

I’m so scarred by so much
that I’ve seen and done.
Sometimes, as I hold her, I wonder
if I’m looking for shelter
from the storm in her love.

And I look at her then and think
that she’s eager to embark
on life’s journey’s
while I’ve just stumbled back
weary and worn.

gallagher
2 april 86

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1986-06-??

Sunday, June 1st, 1986
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 —