When I Imagine You

I want a realm, a slew, a stew
in which the vast varieties of you

have room to dive and glide and part
and come together, as they wish, with heart –

which is to say with warmth and force
to change, pursue or relegate the course

sometimes to something else: to rest –
before exulting up again to test

the bound’ries of the Universe.
I want to celebrate the sweet perverse

and oddly innocent employ
to which you’ve trained your aptitude for joy.

But most: I’d like from this to glean,
when I imagine you, whom I might mean.

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