sitting at my desk amid the detritus

of a night’s fruitless  effort

leaning back I sigh, or pray your name,

the ultimate orison, or blasphemy

to speak it is both sweet and bitter

yet it is  altogether pleasent to speak your name

so i speak it sgsin.

in answer I am swept by desire more than physical,

a desire, not mine, but matching mine own.

then I hear you call my name,  and I freeze:

blessing and damnation await my next step

do I reach out to some demon of longing

or will you answer my reply?

I close my eyes and reach into the night …