I crave the absence of him now,
Where I can lust without his prying eyes,
The words I speak are not just,
Though I need this time, have it I must,
A time to believe I am who Iām not,
Being someone else, not having forgot,
I know who I am, I do not doubt that now,
Time away from myself, this is how,
This 'cupidity', this playful game,
Joyful for now, and then him I regain.
being a married, but separated, woman, i can really understand this poem.
MR