Glimpse of Perfection

Glimpse of perfection

More perfect by the promise

I'll see it often

Oh this promise land

I imagine leaping forth

And jumping the fence

With vigor unseen

Since days in my youthful prime

Conquering those hills

I wake but still dream

My imagination bold

Or perhaps my claim

The impulse lingers

Pumping new life in these veins

Rallying my limbs

What if roles reversed

Would my beloved object(?)

Objectify me?

My joy piques to think

So this slumbering giant

Wakes to chisel form

To remove all choice

To demand to be treated

As her prize most sought