Cathexis

Cathexis I see you silhouetted in a vague haze, On the far end of this breathing hallway, Way off in the strange distance there, Amid the suffocating cigarette smoke, And the obscene wallpaintings, Of nude pale women wearing necklaces, Reposed motionless on verandas by the Seine. Then, I look and see you squatting there, Under the tinkling chandeliers, Aglow as with a halo, Sainted only when wearing white lace, As you are now, goddess of mine! Shhh! Listen! I hear violins outside, two or three of them, Playing Traumerie in the rain. Come here, and let us explore with blindfolds, This side room of esoteric pleasures. Shhh…It is unlocked, and there are pillows inside, Numerous soft cotton pillows, Piled wall to wall, up to the knees, And the elbows. Come here, goddess of mine, And let us dive into this tundra Of plush velvety incinerations, This mind field of amazing meltings.