I want to write fanfiction about you
draw sketches of you
I want to photoshop you
in that lovely floor length skirt
into a forest
and see you surrounded by a beauty
no wilder than yours.

I want to save you
from dark creatures.
I want to find you
in dark nights,
see you
in dark tales
where you are questing
for some secret
important mysterious thing,
adventuring to your heart’s content
until you uncover,
at story’s end,
me,
the unknown object of your affection,
and we live happily ever after.

I want to feature you
in magazine portfolios
so I may read about the parts of you
I do not yet understand.
I want to cut up the glossy full-page ads
representing diamonds
as things that can only hope to attain
your luminescence,
seeking some presence
as your satellite.

I want to fly you to France.
I want to watch you dance.
I want to take off your underpants
and wear them
– or wear nothing.
Whichever works best.
I want to have you
in my fantasies
something that has already happened
and I want them
to become
more.