Nuala shows Una
the spare room
and leaves her
to unpack and closes
the door and walks
down the passage
to the lounge where Brian
sits watching TV
how long's she staying?
He asks watching
a footballer miss a goal
until she finds
another place to stay
Nuala says
sitting next to him
on the sofa
she wishes her husband
was out some place
so she and Una
could be alone
and get to bed
and make love
but he's there
gawking the box
a glass of beer
in his hand
I don't mind her staying
Brian says
just asking
he says
thinking how'd it be
if his wife were out
and the young girly
was on to him maybe
and well he is
only human after all
Una unpacks her clothes
and puts them in drawers
and cupboards
gazing at herself
in the mirror
of the dressing-table
gazing at the bed
wishing Nuala and she
could be on it now
and the husband away
some place
and she sighs
and wishes it so
she and Nuala away
there naked as babes
kissing and making
it happen
but no he's here
and watching TV
and Nuala
unavailable
and outside in the lounge
Nuala watches
the football
listening to Brian
gab on about
the ref and how
blind he is
and having
no mother
the feck
and turns towards him
and kisses his neck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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