From the Cage
 
After we fled, we grew from the roots 
that sprang from our own throats; 
We learned to cultivate love
    into rows of juniper
    into rows of ripening strawberries.
I stitched your fingers to mine.
With a braid of grass, I bound 
my torso to yours as one cage.
 
The last night I went wading
into your mind,
    a blue garden of rain,
    a lagoon of white roses.
In the morning, 
when they came to find us,
they did not find us.