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 Iā€™m 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.

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being a married, but separated, woman, i can really understand this poem.