Forthwith

leonora-carrington-terra-papers-36Leonora Carrington

I do not wish to be your consort

Your protege, your unisex servant

I do not want to stand demure behind, beneath.

In all enticement a blackguard holds

Hostage the bastion of your heart

That I shall never know your face

As it appears before waking

Only the able smiles applied forthwith

 

 

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