she tied me to the bedposts

eventually,

i'll untie this knot, 

this wretched

tangle

of rope

that's holding me

to the bed posts.

arms above me,

legs spread apart.

i'll find her

one day

and get my wallet back,

my watch,

my best suit,

and phone. my hat

and favorite pair of gloves.

it's so disappointing

what Amber has done,

for in the hour that i knew her,

i thought it might be

the beginning

of lasting love.