Other-man Blue

o,    music,   baby,   it’s what soothes me those
long hours you’re away and I see you never
between these strained liaisons,    romantic
and byronic as they are in all the ways
we wish they weren’t;    your husband’s envy
and the jealous debilitation   —
he’d be a helluva guy if only
some word or action might inspire you
to believe you’re loved or worthy of love  . . .
and I am nothing but scum to seduce you
safe in the knowledge you can’t leave true love,
and he will never leave as long as he
believes the vows that hold you legally
if not by merit of other moral   .  .  .


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