she says:

write your love letters to other women
commit your regard to pages or  
atmospheric photographs
paint them in watery white
fuck them, grope them, gaze befuddled
set the scene and play the role
reel in all the little moments
then come home to me (reeking of brine)
throw arms round my knees
don’t apologize, but affirm
without these sundry everyday
body parts of mine
eyes seeing and tongue speaking and fingers writing you into being
you don’t exist
you are nothing but a scrabbling little romantic
poking your dick into pretty things