The Impresario (part nineteen)

Posted by ractrose on 10 Dec 2019 in Art, Poems

    The Impresario Part Nineteen   She rubs her cheeks and neck, not for cold If the night feels chill, to her this trial seems welcome She wishes she might bear the world’s pain Enduring all, if by some alchemy He might bide in warmth and tender sleep She slips onto her knees, and […]