To My Mistress
Softly I leave you....
all silk and ivory
your skin glowing in my memories.
How many times have I left in such a rush?
Too many perhaps
as my spouse has forgotten
my presence in her room
in these past hours
I have stolen with you.
Copyright © Mary Garden | Year Posted 2006
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