I see scant reason why I can’t collect
a group of new acquaintances to treat
and talk and tarry with, and then expect
at least a few could generate some heat.
So I imagine specifying arms
to hold me, or the lips I choose to kiss,
the mind to mesh with mine – this idea charms
my fancy: an experiment in bliss.
I’m formulating function for my plan.
I’ll seek out several strangers if I may,
and then I’ll love as broadly as I can,
and in my full abandon I’ll portray
the myriad that I know me to be,
cavorting into possibility.