She Rides Wild, like the Wasp

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQqzu0P6uKw Link to my YouTube channel, where I read my poetry.

I have a therapist.
She's been with
me since birth.
Watercolors on my
soul.
She spills black, and
blue; sometimes
red.
Blood is to
bright on the white
page.
I blush for the
both of us.

When all is out for
the caged moments,
I collapse and rest.
I dream in metaphors,
and I taste the
sweetness of her
inner thigh.
Tangerines and treehouses.

I wake to find her slurping on
my soul, I seize her and she
greets me with grief or
gospel music, or
obscure memories of
vaginas long gone.

We take this wild
ride together

forever learning from
our symbiotic bond.

Author's Note

I read from my recently published books on my YouTube channel. They are: Sleep Always Calls, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls. They are available on Amazon.

Reviews

[RomaJ]

This poem is daring and intimate, blending desire, memory, and the soul. The therapist becomes both guide and lover, spilling color and wildness across the speaker’s inner world. Audacious and vivid, it lingers like a dream you don’t want to end.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much. I appreciate you

[Soren]

Several good lines in this poem Thomas. It has a gritty and sepia feeling to it.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. Much appreciated.

[Soren]

Most welcome Thomas

[Lara]

A most interesting and evocative tell tale of the muse, Thomas.
Compelling.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Lara. I appreciate it.