The Mistress

by Mihir Deshmukh   Oct 12, 2017

The clock strikes three,
a feeble beep in the blaring silence,
two grey slits in a sea of black,
somewhere, I can hear sirens.
I lay stretched on my bed,
eyes open and mind closed,
I wait for her to return,
and shut the bedroom door.
This has become our routine now,
I'd wait for her every night,
and she would turn up half drunk,
somewhere around the dawn of light.
She'd come in and stumble a bit,
then strip and climb into bed,
no questions were ever asked,
nothing is never said.
And I'd just stare at her,
my eyes more pensive than sad,
yet I struggle to look normal,
she's all I've ever had.
And she'd smile knowingly,
then kiss me long and deep,
then hold me in her tight embrace,
the mistress I call sleep.


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  • 1 day ago

    by C Cattaway

    Brilliant. x

  • 2 days ago

    by Paul Hirst

    Ha lovely little twist
    Well done

  • 3 days ago

    by Purvi Gadia

    oh my goodness, you really are on a roll. two wins. woahhhhh. I'm so happy for you.
    and I need a treat for this. ;)

  • 3 days ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Congrats on the win

  • 3 days ago

    by Free verse

    Congratulations mihir

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