I cannot delude myself, dilute myself,
any more, Ladies’ Man,
that your kindness is more than a general good will,
a godly kind of love, to be sure,
and yet with an unknowing power to kill.
Why wait for you, Ladies’ Man,
except that there is no one else who hugs me,
but the same long arms hug many—
is your hug worth a penny?
The cost, the worth of love are lost in labor
and honest sweat and earnest eyes and prayers denied.
So quickly, Ladies’ Man, you captivate,
so quickly kindly dissipate
through a sea of nice girls.