No Name.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i found an obsession.
like you i never told anyone.
that i am obsessed with
a secret.

pretty secret. juicy one.
an old room with a window to the sea.
feel the wind and see stars.

i am obsessed with a face and
a body. and i feel like a god.
forgive me.

every night before i sleep
i take a peek in secret.
I have fears but these are
overpowered with this obsession.

makes my blood rise to my temple.
i am there in that temple.
No holiness there but everything
is real in that obsession and i feel
myself more.

i am true there but i have no name.