I expect this already, tomorrow; let me tell it while i am still able

Expect I will want to imagine much, much, more:

I often make room for illustrious daydreams
in which I handle your superior mouth intimately.
I have already thrown your teeth to the ground
where you become a rich world beneath me-
a federation of forests, fields; the future
constructs of human development.

I expect that you will return to this world,
gullible to the green and fair,
spreading your familiarity of stars in night
and what it means for us to examine deeper.

You will return to this world to humor me;
tax my body in a field of green,
watch bluebirds search our bodies,
search the body moreover, close eyelids
and give me a fresh recollection of my purpose.

The Sun is increasing its final joke,
and death will remember us
until we finish with it and consider
that insane imagined death of Christ,
the one we all receive in the end.

I expect this already, tomorrow:
you will agree with me on a narrow street,
cover up my teardrops with a kiss,
spread your legs, swallow apologies,
sweep away fingers, release cries-
thank me for the slow thoughtfulness of my love.