The Psychologist

The need for touch When he asks me The psychologist Do you need some, Some touch, some Attention, some Touch?

He could barely breathe in and out I am alone, Lonely And then; The Psychologist When he stood close to me Body almost touching His body I felt the heat When i left that ugly seat Be both agreed "what a ugly chair!"

His expression like no care When he talks to Me I, have already died Many times I, have suffered No one really knows The Story Except Family And there i sit In front of The Psychologist Longing for a kiss When he looks at me that way Loosing my brain in many ways When he says: "De rode draad" The need for touch When he asks me The psychologist Do you need some, Some touch, some Attention, some Touch?

Nadiya.