Cathexis Poem by Phillip Gallant

The object of aspiration
Cathexis in nature
Tormented his spiritual fibre
To absurdities of obsession.

All reason now abandoned
From her maddening seductions
Prostrated and succumbing totally
He crawled towards her feet.

Mistress of his imaginings
Sensing victorious sensual feasting
Magnanimously allowed him
Adoration washing tears.

All that he had wanted
Every perfect instant
Lay a miniscule breath distance
Just one gesture from her notion

At her time of harvest
The tolling of his essence
Brought unfathomable pleasures
From their melding into one.