Another, Again

I want to sew your mouth shut-
with barb-wire thread…
to insure you never say I love you to another again.

I want to buy a chainsaw-
then I'll sever your limbs…
to make sure you never touch another girl again.

Or perhaps I'll get a power sander-
then grind off your skin…
because then you'd never feel the touch of another again.

I've tied you up-
I'll leave you here…
since none of this will get accomplished....
unless I get to the store by ten.