Longing and Belonging

little black marks
on a field of glowing white
lacking breadth,
depth,
and meaning

singular mind
arranges the marks
in sequences
the world has never met

freighted now with import
the marks are cast
across the globe
unerring to their target

the marks reform
in mystical alignment
fired by electrodes
and liquid crystals

runes pierce cornea
flash along optic nerve
shiver through neural pathways
synapses fire, voltage amplifies

the runes' commands
race to farthest reaches
of the intended ones'
vanquished frame

alone in his room
he feels the press of lips
whose mistress dwells
half the world away

incorporeal fingers
stroke the length
of his relinquished body
require him to writhe in ecstasy

pulse quickens, loins stir
and weep with joy
in the sorceress'
unrelenting thrall

meaning multiplies
intensifies
lust twines with love
to explosive effect

when compulsion subsides
he mistakenly thinks
spell is done, storm is over
once again he is self-possessed

she knows otherwise
his thoughts may be his own
but steeped in her
filtered through her spells

he views the world now
in an otherwise light
his heart completely remade
most of all, the difference is

he knows he belongs to her