The mister and his mistress

The mister
And his mistress
Longing to be in the dark light
Moaning for their love like it would die
The mister is very headstrong
Mad and always pretending to be wrong
He is an officer and partner in crime
Beats the crap out of mistress’ tears
Eats in a lonely dimly lit café
Eats bread crumbs and drinks port wine
Forgets his house when the moon shines
Mistress is a wannabe poet
Writes on the moon with a chalk
Sneaks in the empty bed in the middle of the night
Drinks whiskey and loves to fight
Breaks the mirrors and then tapes them again
Acts in plays when the sun dries up
Can’t laugh, can’t cry
Till she goes high
Mister and mistress walk in shadows
Cris-crossing one another
Falling in love each day and each night
They haven’t met yet ever
They hope not to!