string me out to dry

“My love—

do you know that

I want only you (with options)

You can have them too.

Sweet blue-eyed thing—

did I convince you that

this is a true two-way street?

Beautiful girl—

do as I have done, and

(though you’ve done nothing wrong),

let me tell you.

The thought now of touching you would be

like wearing another man’s dirty clothing.

You did not think I’d toss you

in the corner pile with the rest?

I do not want to wear you anymore.

I can go and buy another shirt.

It looks and feels just like you,

my love,

but this one I own.”