Kathy:— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Sitting here, a little drunk, just finished ‘Rich Man Poor Man’.
It leaves me feeling a little dazed. So true to life, looking out
for yourself … wanting all that life can give and yet knowing you
have to begin from where you are, now. Rich Man Poor Man sobers me
… Like my feelings for you (I think you know what I mean, life is
not so kind nor will we always be so gentle with each other). I care
for you and I’d love to spend my time with you but we both want more.
I want and need love, I need that soft place to lay back and hold
onto, but I wonder if it could ever be with you … you’re so much
like me.
Seems strange … I’ve not written you since I wrote you so
many months ago and said not to worry if I liked you too much …
that it was my problem. And now look where time has left us. You
care much for me, I know, but your no more sure of how right or safe
it is. Loving someone scares you deep down. As if you’re giving
something away. Is it some fantasy future you imagine? Or do you
imagine you’ll never grow old if you never love? Or is it that you
know your heart for unfulfilled and that while you may love me …
someday you’ll depart and you don’t want to hurt me?
I don’t know the answers to these questions either. I suppose
its just the wine talking but its nice to let my feelings go …
perhaps life will never make sense but I love to loose myself in your
brown eyes … to feel your skin … and to pass hours with you …
making love, eating, talking, whatever.
Tonight I look forward to seeing you tomorrow … as if to
squeeze you and never let you go. I know I’m drunk as I write this
… because I’m beginning to know you … to know you feel the same
about me … deep down where your emotions live. Both of us so
doubtful when sober … and rightfully so when we’re sober and so
self-centered.
The other night, in the car, when you told me you were
beginning to care more than you liked … that it scared you. I
loved you … rejoiced in you feelings. I love you … I want you to
be strong and independent and yet I love that you love me. Your
brown eyes could bewitch anyone … and your skin … your skin is a
joy.
Life is a gamble and I love you … I’m not afraid to gamble.
I love you skin and eyes and feelings … and yet I trust myself to
know where you are … not to get lost … so the question is … do
you have the courage to love someone you can’t dominate?
Love, Dennis
– a letter to kathy a. 09-24-78, long beach
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1978-10-24
Tuesday, October 24th, 19781978-10-26
Thursday, October 26th, 1978 She never touched me, though she came to play
she's never loved me no matter what I've heard her say
she's just like me in so many ways
she's a rogue.
Our eyes and touch press ... skin to skin
we talk of 'real', rejoice within
but wait like cats to pounce and win
neither lies but we love to sin.
A wastrel's dream this love so thin
where bodies press and egos win
the coward's risk stops at the skin
and though we share ourselves we're not akin
"Have a nice day...", "I love your hands...",
"I care for you...", "My freedom demands...",
"I live confused...", "I want to win."
why do we press so hard to feel so thin?
The dance unwinds, we learn our ways
the passion flares ... smoke, winds blow away
another meeting, warm clay to clay
it feels so wrong, hasn't love more to say?
gallagher
10-26-78 - about kathy a.
long beach
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1979-01-13 January 13, 1979
Saturday, January 13th, 1979 January 13, 1979
I think of them both tonight -- their lives entwined about
their wives. I love them both so much it seems I am the only
one in their dreams.
Ted says he loves me but you see he goes home to Linda not
with me. But, the precious moments spent with me makes my
spirit so happy and free. The love we share can't be denied
even though my emptiness is so hard to hide. When we go our
separate ways, I wish so much, so much to stay.
Dennis, too, is in my heart but he and Rose are not far
apart. He shares his life with others too, and seeing him
sometimes makes me blue. I try to hide this love I feel but
Dennis knows I'm very real.
Ernie and I are worlds apart -- my husband, once lover and
sweetheart. Our friendship is but a fading light of what once
seemed so beautiful and bright.
I search for someone to be kind, caring, sharing and ALL
mine!
I ache inside because my hurt carries me beyond this earth.
It seems I'm destined to be alone without a man to call my
own.
The single life that lays ahead holds nothing for me --
only dread.
I need so much to be a part of someone's life and
someone's heart.
Very soon these lonely days will seem little more than a
cloud of haze and I'll soon forget these nights -- so lone --
without someone to cheer me on.
Yes, that perfect peace will be, coming on to set me free.
Free from burdens hard to bear. Free my sorrow, shame,
despair.
Someday my body, mind and soul will lead me beyond this
hollow hole and I will be bound together so tight with that
special one so right.
Kathleen
A.
Hatley
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —