O - Lesotho, and what Douglas doesn't know

On Kingsway Road,
we stood
lining outside the door,
curving into the street.

I breathed in your brown leather jacket,
and nearby, Doris and Sandra stood guard
until we were inside -

Douglas would never know.

You and I,
we sat
until you turned to me
your jacket, smothering.

And I heard Sandra whisper behind me,
into darkness -
"They're kissing."

Brighton keeps you now
I, forgotten.

And Douglas -
I do not know who keeps him.