ENJOY THE RIDE 1997

TWO WOMEN IN DUBLIN IN 1997 AND THEIR SHARED LOVE.

Does Brian know you're here?
Una said, laying beside Nuala
in the double bed she once shared
with Stu, once made love to if Stu
was in the mood, if Stu was not in
a dark place at odds with the human race.

No, he thinks I'm shopping in Dublin,
he hates shopping and welcomes it
if I go alone, Nuala said, recalling
Brian's sigh when she said she was
off to shop and not with him to football
match as she had said, his little boy lost look.

What time do you need to be back?
Una said, laying a hand on Nuala's thigh,
feeling the soft flesh, the warmth,
wondering if Brian touched as she touches,
if he has her in his arms as fondly as she.

Nuala mused on Una's eyes, what
thoughts went on behind there, what
desires she has still to come, still feeling
the hotness of the just done love and lust.

By 5pm is best or he’ll get concerned,
so that gives us two hours, Nuala said.

Una wanted her for longer, wanted her
in her bed the night and more, needed
another to replace the now dead Stu,
to love and hold until death them did part.

She moved her hand and touched Nuala's
bush and sensed the pubes and fingered
there, that's good, she said, that's good.

Nuala swooned, or so she thought, that
word she heard and used to describe
the sense she deep down felt.

Brian never did this, never once
touched there, not with hand or finger,
just a quick f**k and not to linger.

She wonder what Brian would make
of this if ever he knew, what his brain
would make of such as this?

Una kissed her left tit,
lips to softness, tongue licked.

Nuala closed her eyes,
dreamed of this and not of that,
not understanding where to go from here,
how long to love as this and him not know?

Una kissed the other tit, lips to skin,
tongue on flesh, finger searching deep within.

Nuala swam and sensed the deep tide,
lay there and enjoyed the ride.