Una lies
in her bed
in the dark
Nuala
in her thoughts
Nuala
is at home
with her man
and I'm here
without her
I can trace
the outline
where she lay
the last time
beside me
imagine
her near me
there's moonlight
coming through
a slim gap
between the
two curtains
there's shadows
all around
and the sound
of late night
revellers
in the street
Una hugs
her body
pretending
Nuala's
body's there
all naked
warm scented
sexy beast
her two breasts
inviting me
her soft thatch
wanting me
just dreaming
she's not here
she's out there
with her man
in his bed
her Brian
the big lump
the softy
humping her
I've no doubt
while I'm here
all alone
lying here
self hugging
pretending
she is here
in Dublin
wanting her
wanting sin.
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