Cathexis - a psychoanal investment of energy: the concentration of a great deal of mental and emotional energy on one particular person, thing, or idea.
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To absurdities of obsession. ---------------the word comes from the Greek "kathexis", retention or continued possession, and was coined by Sigmund Freud. Freud thought of cathexis as "a psychic analog of an electrical charge".
All reason now abandoned
From her maddening seductions
Prostrated and succumbing totally
He crawled towards her feet.------------you concentrated well the mental actuating force on your(or your character's) beloved and it is an open question in which per cent this is an unhealthy degree.
Mistress of his imaginings
Sensing victorious sensual feasting
Magnanimously allowed him
Adoration washing tears.-----------also in intimacy people prefer this Ruler and The sumbissive one- play. This is actually happening in daily life...almost, the same rules I thought.
All that he had wanted
Every perfect instant
Lay a miniscule breath distance
Just one gesture from her notion---------here you are playing successfully with the expectation. As I said already on WC, when presenting one of my eroticas, the fascination and excitement comes from the "expectation of the event but not neccessarily the event itself".
At her time of harvest
The tolling of his essence
Brought unfathomable pleasures
From their melding into one. ---------very nice metaphysical insight of yours, I also write about this since 3 years, and yes repeteated that in many works, "that idea of ONE". So we readers now through your last stanza know, that your lovers are real lovers in heart-cave and mind. They do not sex. They have a love-sex-experience. how wonderful. I adored this well written, intensely personal and shockingly obsessive poem.
this is so sensual and rich with words and feelings. its a great write! i think you described here very well his feelings of obsession towards her and you did it poetically and relatibly.
To absurdities of obsession. ---------------the word comes from the Greek "kathexis", retention or continued possession, and was coined by Sigmund Freud. Freud thought of cathexis as "a psychic analog of an electrical charge".
All reason now abandoned
From her maddening seductions
Prostrated and succumbing totally
He crawled towards her feet.------------you concentrated well the mental actuating force on your(or your character's) beloved and it is an open question in which per cent this is an unhealthy degree.
Mistress of his imaginings
Sensing victorious sensual feasting
Magnanimously allowed him
Adoration washing tears.-----------also in intimacy people prefer this Ruler and The sumbissive one- play. This is actually happening in daily life...almost, the same rules I thought.
All that he had wanted
Every perfect instant
Lay a miniscule breath distance
Just one gesture from her notion---------here you are playing successfully with the expectation. As I said already on WC, when presenting one of my eroticas, the fascination and excitement comes from the "expectation of the event but not neccessarily the event itself".
At her time of harvest
The tolling of his essence
Brought unfathomable pleasures
From their melding into one. ---------very nice metaphysical insight of yours, I also write about this since 3 years, and yes repeteated that in many works, "that idea of ONE". So we readers now through your last stanza know, that your lovers are real lovers in heart-cave and mind. They do not sex. They have a love-sex-experience. how wonderful. I adored this well written, intensely personal and shockingly obsessive poem.
Yes!!! And this is a common thing called OBSESSION...dangerous emotions, the type that would kill for the sake of love...talk about an oxy-moron! Well said Phill...
Helen.
It seems that when we find love we DO put all our energy into that person...it's lovely as well as frightening at times. This is an intelligent, well written piece that comes from someone who has obviously been there ;)
Wonderful work! :)
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