Rose— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
What can I say about this woman?
That she makes life special? Too trite.
That she is the only one
I’ve ever seen my soul mate in so clearly….
I can’t seem to say anything
I just remember her laughter
and how she held me when I left tonight
worried for my health
and not hassling me for my freedom or time.
How could I not love a woman that fine?
She was my wife once … mother of my seed.
Now she’s becoming more, … a mate.
gallagher
18 June 1979
Archive for the ‘Long Beach’ Category
1979-06-18 Rose
Monday, June 18th, 19791979-06-19
Tuesday, June 19th, 1979
Ten years I've loved this girl
and I'm falling in love with her again.
I'm beyond trying to understand
what we are or what we'll be.
Its just enough that life can hold this much for me;
that I should love someone like Rose
and that she could love someone like me.
No mystery there of first time flesh, new skin to touch.
No modesty or politeness, no measuring or comparing
and yet, new.
Each evolution of kindness is built
on all that went before.
Each caring, each easy assumption, each knowing...
The appreciation of time and love's memories
pressed in the squeeze of a hand.
That happy glow just to join company.
Its been so long since we've had pause to grow;
divorce, lovers, bitter words,
pain, growth, ...all unchangeable,
all necessary for us to come here to this new love.
gallagher
19 Jun 1979
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1979-09-13
Thursday, September 13th, 1979How strange that Kathy brought it home— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
to me today tripping on acid, Helen … Helen
in perspective … Helen explainable … Helen real
and now magical … Helen intact.
All my work to shed roles and avoid subjective
artifice struggling so against habits and training
to leave my heritage behind me and I found
waiting on the same station platform when I arrived,
Helen. Helen, stripped of all the same
by reason of biochemical insanity, there at the same
juncture. One stripped by volition and one by
insanity .. we recognized our kin
no matter how we had come there.
gallagher
13 sep 79