Una Wanting Sin 1997. Poem by Terry Collett

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.