IMPERFECT TWIST
We stood ‘neath a star studded sky
Blue moon spread its aura awhile
Magical night was a beguile
As frosty wind was bile
Your arms enveloped me, a solace
But howling wind was awless
Was our love flawless
Glacial environ, curling mist
Gave an imperfect twist
In winter ‘s lair, amour lay spare.
Prepared Angela Kosta writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
