SamadhiMuse

         Let go your walls with me …
         I can’t steal your soul or heart without cause
         and, yet, as I ache to gain your inner thoughts
         I know the time’s not right among your life’s details
         I know, but I find it so hard to wait
            and want together.
                                    gallagher
                                    25 jul 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

      Nothing to say … though I try
      if I wrote her a letter
      or myself a poem
      what would I say?
      That I love something about her?
      That I ache from our sophisticated
      lack of trust?
      Its so confusing … I try so hard to resolve it
      but there’s never enough to go on
      with emotions high and she as complex as I
      and much less thought out
      or self understood
      I wish it would simplify
      and I wish we would learn some bottom line trust
      and I know it’ll be difficult with us both so alike,
      self-centered, used to winning.
      I want to love, badly, but I won’t lose if I see it coming
      I’m left waiting thru weeks and months
      of ever closer and closer passages to what she thinks
      until I want to shout ‘Open up..!’ … trust me
      and yet, her time’s not right.
      Her marriage unraveling…
      her ego expressions of sexuality gaining wings…
      her freedom beckoning…
      They all cast me a ‘rebound man’
      and both she and I can see it.
      Nothing to say, though I try…
      if i wrote her a letter…or myself a poem.
                              gallagher
                              25 jul 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

      Ego-bound mirrors reflecting each other
      I turn uneasy beneath cautions born of self-preservation
      neither of us can say our heart
      without fear and some reserve
      and I wonder if she or I or the both of us
      are the cause.
      Every criticism I think to give her
      applies to me equally well
      and I see again and again
      how I must look to her and the others
      I give her the truth in all things that concern her
      and yet the self-barriers come down so hard between us.
      I’m poor at waiting for my heart to turn
      I want my life to simplify
      not to avoid these new truths I wrestle with
      between security and freedom’s edge
      but just in how I wrestle them with another.
      We’ve got to speak our minds to advance
      or to break off
      and I’m so poor at waiting.
                           gallagher
                           25 jul 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —