All weekend Chris was here— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
how nice it was.
He, like Danny, is so flexible.
He gives me my space when I ask
and loves and is patient
until my heart calls
and
we play again.
Small eyes of trust and love.
How I hope my problems with your mother
will not come between our love
for my blood is full of you
and my heart is bound to your smiles
and
your small hugs.
Our time is so precious and so short
and this blood we share
is so rare.
It’s ours.
gallagher
27 Oct 85
Archive for the ‘Years’ Category
1985-10-27
Sunday, October 27th, 19851985-10-27
Sunday, October 27th, 1985All my life I’ve followed the knowledge— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
that love only thrives from tension…
The immanent departure, the part-time lover,
the child of separation.
The other love, that of the stable,
decays for me until I turn restless
against its sureness and certainty.
Until the tension returns.
And so I stand here, where tension snaps,
and I would have it no other way.
All my choices
have always brought me here.
gallagher
27 Oct 85
1985-10-28
Monday, October 28th, 1985I know this place;— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
we come here
from the easy places in our lives.
Here, where things change,
and memories parade like waking nightmares
and your’re frozen in some dull and aching moment
that just won’t relent.
gallagher
28 Oct 85