Dream Sonnet 1

I want to see you naked, though I'm damned
For it by the Goddess of Self-esteem
Who would be happy to see my head slammed
Into a wall. It is not my fault - dream
After lustful dream torments me. Last night
I was kissing you, like the dream before,
And the more I have taken up the fight
And declared I am above it, the more
Haunted by the incarnation of you
That I once wished, hoped, even thought you were:
A dear sweet silly innocent man. To
See you free of all the world's clothing, sir,
To press to my bared breasts my darling boy,
Unbearable exquisite sublime joy.