Is this the kingdom or a mockery of the kingdom we have received from the whoremonger academy, whose tender mercies have bound and gagged poetry? (I’m thinking of a comment you left some time ago in Teju’s still-secret garden.)
It’s hard for me to conceive of you conceiving of poetry as a kingdom. On the other hand, maybe you have described a kingdom. Maybe the man represents self-consciousness in poetry — in writing, even — and the woman is something closer to pure act.