I turn her every word now— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
look and listen endlessly
play over all our conversations
to find out what she thinks of me
Is it that I’m so insecure that
I can’t bear to love alone
or is my common sense here
saving me from a deeper wound?
Three days I loved her deeply
but now she’s there and I’m here
both free, without commitments
we dance a dance we both could lead
but it never seems to happen
Our love waits here behind our eyes
we know too much about us
about our past’s and all our lies
I’m confused and torn of heart now
I want to love, I want to win…
I want the strength to be a free man
and I want a lover who takes me in.
I’ve told her I want to share love
those secret spaces deep inside
but we wait to begin love
and I can’t tell if she’s scared
or if its I
…and I can tell if she’s scared
or, if its I.
gallagher
26 jul 78
Archive for the ‘Places’ Category
1978-07-26
Wednesday, July 26th, 19781978-07-27 Summer Rose
Thursday, July 27th, 1978Summer Rose— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Come July and the long summer wind
she called me
needed to hear a voice that could hear her
talked of confusion and the summer doldrums
the lover inbetween days she felt
and she considered what it was … this waiting
and I heard her in the wires,
her memories walking thru me,
between the murmuring words,
talking to me after the winter time
from so far away
about distance and summer … about time
gallagher
27 jul 78 – long beach
1978-07-27
Thursday, July 27th, 1978It seems so much clearer now— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
now that I’ve seen her eyes…like mine
chasing the unobtainable lover’s dream
just as I’m chasing mine.
Its ironic how we each love someone else
who loves us less in turn
but yearns for the lover of another yet
who loves them also less in turn.
Jim would possess Kathy
and she would have me
And I would have Kathleen
and she, I’ve seen, longs for Ted.
These lover’s conjunctions – always and ever mismatched
we seek the things we can never have
from other who do the same
in an endless lover’s chain.
gallagher
27 july 78