In This Garden

I slip into your elegant arms:
Like a faerie child:
Warm-allegiance to the tribe of this drastic
Swarm of farsighted intrigue: conspiracy:
The lungs of a revolution,
Our movements are the breaths of near desire:
That a kingdom could become
The redemption:
The sum of our proposals to a time in question:
Returned.

I walk the dales of your wondrous tales:
Glorious spells of admission.
Temptress of fate:
Effervescently knighting the gates of the future.
With you, I leap
Off the walls of this delimited garden
For sooner I felt the inevitability
To uproot
The obvious progression of flower’d fae-verve:
& perish into the heavens.