He called me miss and ended up on my mattress!

I was his mistress for a whole moment

And he was mine.

Yes we had the look;

Which spoke so thoroughly that it ignited the senses of the dead.

And such a powerful thing to say to a stranger!

The music and the quietness of the moment

Cast us away, not to love not to admiration

But to a space where our ignorance didn’t matter.

He called me miss and he loved me more than the man who calls me lover!

He called me miss and I never saw him again!