To say it was a dream would be a lie.
Always after the light was out, he came
To me, slipped out of the pelt and shivered
With each step toward my warm bed. Not a word
Between us — only flesh — its enchantments.
Sarah Elizabeth Colona is a recent graduate of George Mason University’s MFA program. Her poems have appeared in Six Little Things and Measure, an annual review of formal poetry. Image: Beauty and the Beast, Warwick Goble, 1913