SamadhiMuse

   luminous brown eyes … clear like pools of peace … sometimes
   she’s so unused to being free with another
   her eyes swim and shimmer with doubt until she remembers
   that its OK to just look and be
   We touch for hours … eyes and hands and feelings
   until we’re no longer separate
   quiet then, we say nothing…
      because every part of us knows what we’ve shared
   I told her a day like this, occasionally,
   makes all the rest easier…and she smiled, ‘yes’
      and warmed my skin.
                              gallagher
                              30 jun 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

         Party days...running together...wine and friends
         day after day the hours give way to our next plans
         Kathleen and Mike and Elmer and Joel and Richard...mixing
         The chief chemists...the speech I gave...the party after
         Kathleen bombed and all of us smiling
         The next day, so unbelievably removed from our lives
         we laughed the hours...loved the sun...and kissed our smiles
         between our life passages we find such peace, rarely

         Mike came from Sacramento for the weekend
         an old friend...good friend...he shared my hours and my house
         and listened to my life's whispering as I turned it pages
         and Elmer, in from Reno...1st time in a year
         Mike and Elmer and I...drinking beer all night, easy friends
         the beach...the movies...the restaurants
         the love making...the conversation Kathy and I had
         when we were so tired as we rambled and wrestled
         with more than we could hope to grasp at our best
         such pleasant pain.

                                    gallagher
                                    4 july 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

      Talking to her eyes … I looked to find peace there
      and to hold it to me to save me from life’s fears
      Ah lady, … how can any of us love and have freedom, both?
      insecurity and fear bay at every gate
      and we’ll never find the line
      between what we want and what can be agreed
      but, for wonder, we talked about it … I holding her hand
      and looking into her eyes to see the fears…
      so rich to say it … life’s mysteries and paradoxes here, today
      in this lady I love so …
      so close and yet, … so far away
      the same needs and the same fears of giving it all away.
                                    gallagher
                                    04 jul 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —