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03/10/11
Therapy
This Thursday morning, at 11:30, I began a spirited visit with our mutual therapist, The man who took unusual initiative, in introducing us,
The practitioner in whom I've confided, three decades deep, And whose advice, theories, strategies, hypotheses, Almost always born of wise insights, I've abided by.
And when fifty minutes of personal searching wound down, To the essence of good-byes and a handshake, Leaving me to sort out all of his newest heuristic explorations,
I realized he'd suggested I quest for a fuller perspective, Consider, in our second year together, dearest L., Making a commitment beyond Wednesday evenings, weekends,
Perhaps sharing one home, one life, one future, Recognizing that aging's clock will get the upper hands on us And that we might make a covenant, to see us through it.
Before he and I parted, I confessed, to my confidante, That I'd not focused a solitary reflection in that direction, Rather assumed that love would take care of itself and us,
Not require more than our diligent nurturing of affections, Trust in, respect for, and devotion to each other, As kindred spirits, soul mates, help meets, lovers.
Suddenly, I confronted myself, with a fundamental question: What might we do, in this next headlong-leaning year, To ensure we never see our intimacy merely as intimacy?
03/10/11
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