The mistress

Mistress

I’m the slap on your cheek

She’s the air that you breathe.

I’m a whisper on your lips.

She’s the prayer that you live.

I’m the painting in the sand

She’s an oil face in your frame.

I’ve been temporarily on your land.

She’s the queen with whom you stand.

I loved you for a month.

You did for a day.

She loved you all her life.

You still do today.

I’m your secret

And she’s your wife.