by Carrie
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.
© Carrie 2024-09-23