Love certainly is symbiosis, or, rather, it should be/needs to be. It becomes very difficult when one half is too scared or has the wrong sort of temperament to commit completely.
A melancholy and beautifully crafted piece, Mark.
I almost feel as though
this comment is to be typed
with shortened lines
as the flow of the poem
is still in my mind.
Sometimes I feel as though your words are almost written for me which is really neat. I resonate deeply with so many of these little themes. Especially as I'm about to give a talk on endosymbiotic amoeba, and having learned extensively about the sympathetic/parasympathetic nervous systems. And especially as I have taken flight so many times in my life. The last line is so very morbid and also a bad habit I have, picking dead skin.
God, I love this so much. Also, get out of my head haha.
This has too much emotion to be in the misc. category but I can see why you had trouble placing it anywhere else; it is sorrow, nature, and love all blended together. My favourite themes.
Sorry for the unrelated rant, I can't really pick any flaws in this at all.
The use of the word "amalgamate" and alliteration on "western wind" were particularly enjoyed.