Two versions (I never feel that any of my poems are finished) of this poem. The first is the most recent, the second the original.
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 think this version (worked out many years later) works better.
I remember the nights of ecstasy
the feelings of total exuberance
too deep to be described;
floating on clouds dreams of her in my arms
and the warm all-over feeling i got,
dancing on tip-toes, hands in my pocket
arms at my side and moaning deep inside,
half of immeasurable happiness
half of agony of separation
engrossed in the joy in my whole being
grinning ear to ear at the thought of her
and at knowing this was a two-way street.
but it had a dead end.
Here is the original
I remember the nights, after getting home,
(When it was all just beginning to be known tp 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.
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