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Oh, the name's the same, of course,

But the behavior very different,

And as you well know that's what counts.

Two different cities, two different beds,

And when one is warm the other cries out for me.

There I am, making good on my commitment,

But then there I run, off to that other place,

Different faces, different names,

And I'm made to feel guilty for my dalliance,

Not pouring all my cream in one carafe,

Careful in dividing up time,

Brazen in the face of the crime.

I really should be well-acquaintanced,

All my shuttling around not for naught -

If I can convince them, I can convince myself,

And I have and have –

Yet this elasticity was not forethought.

Oh, to find genuine truth

When I'm so good at untruth!

And one life here with all of you

And another with them, across the water,

Chiding me back with the flick of a finger

Having its way with my conscience,

Smoothing, repudiating, continuing...

I’m worse for the wear –

In time push will certainly come to shove –

But I relish this affair

And am hard-pressed to relinquish my love.