Our psychic
symbiosis seems,
on balance,
freeing – the way
you daily drape
yourself upon
my head as if
it were a bedstead
breeds a sense
of synthesis in me:
suggests we’re
doing something
welcome to wellbeing
– affecting
hearing, smelling,
seeing:
sensorily adding
something
crucial to the pot. Unless it’s not..
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