Mistress, As Wife Read Count : 47

Category : Poems

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My mistress, suffer within that white dress.

You wear it well, just not today.

Temptation cannot begot a tortured yes

As they did before, when we let death play.

Strawberry lips. An alcoholic kiss;

Sweetness was a sobering addiction,

Proudly chasing whenever dismissed.

The game was our art of divine fiction.

I loved you well; devotion was for sell,

but today, I put on a suit and buy myself.


  • May 14, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

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