I watch Him.
by Christine E. Maylath
He dances with an intense ferocity,
And his body glistening with sweat
is a siren call to me; And I am obsessed. But he is just an image on the screen,
And I can no longer face the reality of knowing
I shall never feel his touch
never have his eyes stare into mine; For I am obsessed. Instead I welcome the oblivion of insanity
For within it I have found peace.
Now I can light up the screen and bring his image
to dance for me again, and again, and again; For I am obsessed.