A Mistress To Her Lover Poem by Leria Hawkins

I see you in my rear view, as you settle to make the call
Covering the delay, with a well-worn blanket of lies…

What is it? ...ten seconds out the door
You’ve a hand on the phone, and a foot on the floor
Just ten seconds more, I’ll be out of sight
You’ve revved the engine, for a hasty flight

You scrub the shine from your cheek
Check the mirror…a cool critique
Hand press those wrinkles across your chest
Better hurry now, and look your best

You skillfully disguise the walk of shame
She’s yet to learn your cheating games
Run…comb your hair, brush your teeth
Quick…rinse your mouth, before you speak

Your dinner’s ready, it’s had to wait
She patiently lingers to warm your plate
It looks divine, it smells delish
But you’ve done had your favorite dish

You groan and grumble about your day
It’s work, work, work…no time for play
She’s blind to the guilt that rings your eyes
The fading stains, the half-zipped fly

She can’t read your thoughts, or your wicked mind
In her world, the stars are still aligned
She doesn’t fret or call you out
She oblivious to how you troll about

You’re careful to keep her in the dark
She’s a stranger to the lascivious shark
She’s your only fish, as far as she can see
She doesn’t know about you…(or me)

She’ll wash and rinse while you retire
Happy to be, your maid for hire
Who wants her life, all things considered
I’d much rather see you…in my rear view mirror

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