Archive for the ‘Years’ Category

1985-11-20

Wednesday, November 20th, 1985
            That I had opened to Lise
            means the hand of Fate can move there.|

            This dark eyed woman who captures me so;
            I want to look deep into the mystery of it
            for life is made more of this,
            the spaces between men and women,
            than of anything else.

            In the darkness there I will find everything
            I've wanted to learn.
            Just as I've found the warmth of her heart
            and the musk of her inner thigh
            so can I find more
            by accepting everything Fate offers
            through her.

            Come, dark eyes, come and burn me down again.
            Come, with your mystery and your love,
            with your mother's heart and your lover's passion.
            Come with love ascending ... or departing.
            Love me or hurt me, cherish me or scorn me.
            Today Fate's hand moves through you
            and I will listen to It
            through this love, yours and mine,
            until I can rise to the dance no more.
                                    gallagher
                                    20 Nov 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-11-21

Thursday, November 21st, 1985

First day without Lise
and everytime the phone rings
it cuts like a knife.

If she calls at all
it may be days or weeks,
if she calls at all.

gallagher
21 Nov 85

– in the afternoon of my ultimatum

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-11-21

Thursday, November 21st, 1985

Oh dear God,
have I done so much harm to others
that I should deserve such pain?
I’ve let myself love a woman
until she’s the very sunshine to me
and now she’s going to fade
as if it all never was.
I’ve given pain so easily
but when it’s my turn
I bear it so poorly.
I do want her in my life
but I’ve never said so.
I thought loving her
beyond all measure was enough
but, apparently, she felt no future
amid those storms of love.
And now, I may loose her
because I was not decisive
and, if I loose her
I don’t think I can bear it.

gallagher
21 nov 85

– waiting at Lise’s for her to come home
after she’s told me she slept with Anthony.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —