Without Men 1997 Poem by Terry Collett

Una folds
the bed sheet
Nuala

had lain there
smells the scent
in each fold

she holds it
under her chin
folds again

she wonders
how Brian
and his wife

Nuala
are doing
at this time

probably
making love
in the bed

him not her
having sex
Nuala

lying there
him on top
riding home

to glory
(same story)
Una puts

the bed sheets
out of sight
til next time

she can't bear
to lie there
without her

in the same
bedding sheets
Nuala

opened up
different sides
new angles

to their love
not man sex
but their sex

on their terms
in their time
now and then

just women
without men.