MIND SESSION.
Posted: May 6th, 2011, 2:52 pm
She silently sits
While the psychiatrist speaks
His words poke her
From across the table
The pen he plays with
As he speaks becomes
A phallic symbol
In her messy mind
The way he turns it
Between fingers
Stroking between
Finger and thumb
And his deep set eyes
Sucking her in
Each aspect of her
Each parcel of skin
His tongue she imagines
Caresses his words
Like a fond lover
Or maybe wishes
She thinks
To lick her clean
Or suck her dry
From her clam
She sits as he speaks
Her hands joined
In her lap
Safeguarding
Her gate of joy
But oh he is silent now
His pen is motionless
Between finger and thumb
His tongue is still
Ready to strike
Like some snake
Or by some god
Silenced or struck dumb.
While the psychiatrist speaks
His words poke her
From across the table
The pen he plays with
As he speaks becomes
A phallic symbol
In her messy mind
The way he turns it
Between fingers
Stroking between
Finger and thumb
And his deep set eyes
Sucking her in
Each aspect of her
Each parcel of skin
His tongue she imagines
Caresses his words
Like a fond lover
Or maybe wishes
She thinks
To lick her clean
Or suck her dry
From her clam
She sits as he speaks
Her hands joined
In her lap
Safeguarding
Her gate of joy
But oh he is silent now
His pen is motionless
Between finger and thumb
His tongue is still
Ready to strike
Like some snake
Or by some god
Silenced or struck dumb.