Limitless by Lynne Sargent
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Issue 3 (Fall/Winter 2023)
Sometimes I imagine fucking you
in a VR as fluid as imagination,
each of us inhabiting dozens of different bodies,
all the permutations of lovemaking we might find.
We start with the obvious:
don human bodies not unlike our own,
the possibilities not untouchable in this world,
but still far beyond easy reach.
We thrust with new genitals, reckon new height
differentials, understand other pleasures.
Then we move to the inhuman:
slip into each other as dolphins, enjoy
the stamina of lions, find flying freedom
with our tongues as bats, fur and fang and wing,
nothing that can’t be done at least once
that can’t be known, together.
And finally, the almost-unfathomable:
I imagine being math,
and what you might look like,
fucking me-as-that, what elegant moves,
what fundamental principles you might employ
in my solving.
And it is not quite substantive enough to grasp–
it is titillating, like erotica to a desirous virgin,
and yet reflects the real:
That with each touch we strive to understand
to pleasure in ways that might be yet unknown
to see each other in every possible form
and that is enough of a fantasy fulfilled
a world dreamed
a reality created
from the wonder of our bodies
that hold our minds.