A fantastical sonnet

Yes, this is fantastical, because it won't ever happen, but in spring a man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of ...


"pictured in an exhibition"

I have a simple fantasy -- that I
could demonstrate my masculinity
to those who would appreciate what my
indulgent and engrossed affinity
produces. I would then be there exposed
to many views, with each of them aware
of my significance to me, reposed
yet clearly not relaxed, possessed of bare
necessity that is both unmistak-
able and personal -- and as they see
what comes with me, they also know I make
no pretense of my rapture as my free
expression flows and shows fertility,
agility, and my ability.