Dead End Street

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,

the feeling of exuberance

too deep to be described;.

floating on clouds dreaming of her in my arms:

the warm all-over feeling I got after getting home.

dancing on tip-toes, hands

in my pockets, arms at my side,

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

knowing, seeing in her eyes,

that this was a two-way street..

…………..but it had a dead end.