Psycho Analysis
by Michael R. Burch
This is not what I need...
anal-ysis,
paralysis,
as though I were a seed
to be planted,
supported
with a stick and some string
until I emerge.
Your words
are not water. I need something
more nourishing,
like cherishing,
something essential, like love
so that when I climb
out of the lime
and the mulch. When I shove
myself up
from the muck...
we can f**k.
Originally published by Unlikely Stories. Keywords/Tags: analysis, paralysis, psychoanalysis, psychology, psychological, therapy, words, nourishing, cherishing, essential, love, muck, growth, sex, sexuality, anal cancer, analogy
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