Two versions (I never feel that any of my poems are finished) of this poem. The first is close to the original, the second an attempt to finish it.
Love can sometimes be like a bungy jump: and sometimes things beyond love’s control can make it seem like a ………
DEAD END STREET (November, 1969)
I remember the nights, after getting home,
(When it was all just beginning to be known to me)
of ecstasy
and the feelings of exuberance
too deep to be described
of floating on clouds
dreaming of her in my arms
and in my life,
of the warm all-over feeling
dancing on tiptoes
with hands in my pockets
and arms at my side
half of joy and happiness
un-nameable
half of agony of separation
grinning from ear to ear
engrossed in my whole being
just at the shear thought of her.
and totally unspeakable heavens
of the one hundred and twelfth degree
at knowing, and seeing in her eyes
that this was a two-way street.
but it had a dead-end.
I think this version (worked out many years later) works better.
I remember the nights of ecstasy
and the feelings of exuberance
too deep to be described;
of floating on clouds dreaming of her in my arms
and the warm all-over feeling i got after getting home,
dancing on tip-toes, with my hands
in my pockets, and arms at my side
and moaning deep inside,
half of joy and happiness
immeasurable
half of agony of separation
grinning from ear to ear
engrossed in my whole being
at the shear thought of her
and totally unspeakable
heavens of the one hundred and twelfth degree
at knowing and seeing in her eyes
that this was a two-way street.
but it had a dead end.