I've happily hopped fences
for glowing ghostly roses
and their freezing dew's
On chosen nights
I climb the gates,
step between wrought iron spikes
and sneak spirit-dances in the stillness of graves.
Undoubting, feeling nothing but alive,
I have trespassed,
to devour nights with my love
and let the moon taste more of me.
Upon waking, I remembered my power.
I stopped to delight
in the commonplace claws of daybreak.
Today I did not flee; I am
bleeding bright audacity.
I am standing and holding hands with fear.
We will walk together.