A sonnet: "what I'd like to say is ... "

This sonnet is dedicated to ... someone from my recent past.


What I'd like to say is ... 

Sometimes poetically (e'en though my verse
is much akin to doggerel) I find
my words are given meanings not as worse
as what I'd simply say. So would you mind
if I exposed my deeper... thoughts? I hope
you won't, for here I dwell. When I conceive
a prescient vision of ourselves, my scope
is focused on the wonders we'd achieve
together -- cries and moans and sighs that mean
enraptured junctures as our senses strive
to share each other's joyousness, unseen
and splendored in our treasured realm, alive
as we are meant to live -- and as we yield
to ecstasies, we cherish what's revealed.