Washing through

I just want, I lied, to be clean,
Clean beyond stay or delay, clear browed,
Tilting back my sweetened locks to catch the breeze’s curls,
Soft with coldness’s linen imprint, armed with dustless thoughts.

Ideally, thenceforth, I would take the good
Encompassed in my pair of reboots, and I would
Lighten my touch, open my hand, let I be We,
Short-circuit this bedraggled Them as She.

I would like to move by choice,
I desire the freedom to give
Away desires. I want to please the minds I like,
I’d like to like the minds I don’t.

You’d launch me through country air into a pool,
A splash, all-inclusive, an ordering rule,
And my renewed step would be as true, as straight
And crisp as a cheque with our names and the date.