MISTRESS LONELINESS

 

 MISTRESS LONELINESS

 

She's into me

she's so obsessed

but she does seem to know what's best

and that I don't need a wife when she is my mistress

My other half

that you don't see

with no redemption beyond the claim to my caress

relished in lust

None have adored me this much

The nights

we spoon

shirtless

no nightdress

just gossamer sheets that lounge on the oneness of our flesh

blessed

in my half full bed

of myself and loneliness

and so if I die

and nobody cries

and nobody stops to say goodbye

If there's somewhere else we go

She'll be there to say hello