Waking up next to another
Lover
Who is not so,
I wish her to go
But the gentleman inside
And my pride
Say no
For it is not yet
Light.
But oh
How I regret
Last night!

The taxis run
Come
Star or sun
So
She could go,
This “friend”
Who’s name or end
I do not know.

Later, the taxi will arrive
And drive
Her somewhere,
As to where
I neither know nor care.

Perchance
The driver will think
(as he suppresses a wink)
“She did dance
But not in romance”,
Or maybe, having taken her before
From door to door
He already knows the score.