Am I making an impression...

Do I leave you bewildered with every expression...

Do you look forward like I do to our weekly sessions...

Or are my scribbled musings akin to aggression... 

An unbecoming, pathetic vie for attention...

I find you delightful and have a genuine fascination...

I am curiously eager, feelings bordering on intoxication.

 

But, apparently in therapy this complication is a welcomed and encouraged occurrence...

The alliance is stronger when there is transference.

What kind of sadistic voodoo is this at my expense...

Do you not understand the magnitude of these feelings and just how intense.

Today I want you, tomorrow I hate you because I can't have you, next week I'll die if I never get to see you.

Sometimes I feel like I am losing my head, others I lay thinking of you, hot and bothered in bed.

 

I know I am in no position to criticize...

But I don't think this a scenario with which you can empathize...

The pain and pleasure you inflict with those eyes...

The effort is it takes not to get lost in your smiles.

 

The confusion that ensues while my thoughts I try to navigate...

only those that aren't appropriate and boundary abiding do I relegate...

Or try to, at any rate.

 

 

( "PSYCHOBABBLING" )