If I’ve touched her life to the quick— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
then another blessing is mine.
Those eyes grow clearer
and the spirit more willing
as if light
were growing inside.
She’ll hear the wind’s calling
on her own now
and turn, herself, surely
to those subtle urgings.
And I, I can stand in awe
that that same deep current
that fills and empties my heart so
now looks back
thru the eyes
of another child awakening.
gallagher
11 July 1985
– about Lise
Archive for the ‘People’ Category
1985-07-11
Thursday, July 11th, 19851985-07-13 July 13.85
Saturday, July 13th, 1985 July 13.85
My love,
As I am writing these words, my whole being
is so full of love for you it's just pouring out
of me.
As a matter of fact, I might just explode;
suddenly sending zillions of powerful love charged
atoms all over the universe.
I am so happy to love you. And I feel so
privileged that you love me too.
You, this gorgeous man with the strong, lean,
muscled body, and those light eyes. You, who
holds me down when we make love, or who slowly
sensually slides in and out of me. Sweet torture.
How you turn me on, how you satisfy me.
I look at you, this tall attractive man, and I
am amazed that you want me. You know how I feel
about myself, the outside me that is the shell.
But you know, it hasn't always been that way.
There was no magic at the beginning. I have grown
to love you.
And I do love you for the same reasons that
used to make me smile. I had to know you, more
and better - I had to learn about your childhood
and your life in general to really understand and
now, well, now I really admire you. I understand
and I accept your arrogance at having the guts to
live the way you want. Although I feel that you
have hurt a lot of people in doing so and I have
mixed feelings about that, but on the other hand
how many people have what it takes to make such a
choice about their life. I know it hasn't been
painless or easy for you either.
I admire you also for what you have
accomplished professionally. On your own again.
Nobody handed you anything. And your poetry,
sweetie, your poetry reveals the man lover of
womankind, endlessly searching, seeking, feeling,
loving. How I love your poetry (some of it that
is!).
You are STRONG mentally, physically,
intellectually. It took me a long time to see it.
Now don't get your head all swelled up; you
still make me smile, sometimes. Your naivete for
certain things makes me see the small boy in you.
You are a very special man. And I don't use
this word lightly. You are very special. And,
sweetie, you got it, my love, my respect, my
admiration, it's yours, my gift to you. And it's
free.
Love,
Lise
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1985-07-17
Wednesday, July 17th, 1985There’s something unraveling in this girl today— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
some deeper pattern,
pattern, that’s starting to fray.
Too many secrets coming out in the night
too many feelings
that can’t stand the light.
I can see it in her eyes this time
somethings crossed over the line.
I don’t know what’s happening
her eyes have turned in.
There’s tension around her
and her smiles are thin.
Something is happening to this girl I see
the future is written
and its not coming free.
She holds my hand
and takes me down to this place.
Where she asks me questions
that are rapier traced.
She wants that our truth and love
become one
but in the morning’s light
it’s our peace, lies undressed.
gallagher
17 Jul 85
To Alan Parson’s “May be a price to pay”