Classic Poem

Good woman:
Don't love the man,
love yourself.
As you've done
so daintily before.
Like your tortoise-shell cat
washing away the flies —
or are they fleas?
You've hurt him again?
Good!
Do it often, more often,
he'll love you the more.
Remember how he forgave you the last time?
And how he loved you in the forgiving?
It gave him an adventure in godhood.
Hurt him again.