Earnest therapy

 He sits down and listens into the shrink
his face like a lochness image in that deep frigid murk
Poking out curiousity and confusion
procuring procuring

the easy voice is roaming smooth
it slides sweetly along host tones
pouring into his side bumps
Loch ness eery

He considers his surroundings and then there is a look of shock he is out of himself
Ashore and out of breath
The shrink utters nectarine words
Harmonious sumptuously enunciated words

Like warm hugs on his frozen body
On the side of the loch
Goose bumps smoke breath
Panting against the cold rough stone

As some neck makes it´s way through the murk
Further out behind the smaller waves
Searching for something to sustain it no doubt
How could a creature be all neck he thought

but the shrink interrupted his thinking
Telling him that he was tranquil like a house plant
Enjoying a summer breeze soaking up warmth
Yet on the other side of himself it was hypothermia

The darkness inside the lake causes disorientation
Lost relic animals eventually bang into one another
Not with the purpose of procreating 
Just out of sheer badluck and poor visibility

The man swears the monster doesn´t exist
Yet every now and then the monster rises up to the surface
And it becomes frighteningly obvious to some that something is wrong
The shrink doesn´t confirm anything at all

She just uses that silky voice to sedate him
send him on that blissful ride on that warm wind
So that he might avoid falling back into that deep dark pond
With that part of himself that resembles a plesiosaur