the mistress

here's a poem i wrote when i was fourteen. it was summer and we were having a training for KNN and we stayed for a week at the Astoria Plaza. the hotel's bar inspired me to make this poem. it really did! i went up my room immediately and started writing!

the periods mean paragraph breaks, btw.

so, here it is...

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mistress at the cafe

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stirring my coffee...

tapping my feet...

practicing a line i would use

to lure you into my trap

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just a night

another night -

like the many we had before,

i would have you within my grasp

we could cease our masquerade,

our struggle for anonymity,

and amalagamate

our realities and fantasies

as you drag me into a blinding epiphany

come midnight

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while i have you,

let me tell your stories

a hundred years old

question me with your tender, loving lips.

pull me into memories

that we will throw into oblivion,

seal it with your soft, addicting kiss

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at dusk you shall leave me

the world shall have its turn

with this game, my love,

i don't have much of a choice

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and all i can do is think of you constantly

talk of you in codes

to fill this void, this nothingness

you chained me with

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until your return,

i imagine you laughing with her,

walking hand-in-hand with her,

telling her stories

a hundred years old

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another week has passed,

i am again at the cafe -

stirring my coffee...

tapping my feet...

waiting for my love

that can never be mine.