Twenty one times I will meet you.
I like you, you see, you amuse me.
You’re my latest doll in a cupboard of toys
And a thing, no, an object of beauty.
You sing and you dance and you’re soft to the touch.
Your hair feels like silk through my fingers.
Those pretty blue eyes catch the light when you move
And your smile in my memory, lingers.
An intelligent wit holds my interest
Or the fact you would have your own way.
You have thoughts of your own and opinion
And a focus, a presence, for twenty one days.
I’ll parade you with joy on my arm for a time,
For twenty one times, in fact
I’ll dine you in places that don’t know my name
I’ll show you to strangers and see them react.
At times I’m in sorrow to lose you,
When twenty-one sunsets melt sky.
Often I want to play with you still
But twenty one’s stronger than I.
Twenty one times my love scorned me
Though twenty one times, I begged grace
I did flowers and chocolates and jewellery
Till my hammer contorted her face.
I gaze at you now, in my chamber
Together we watch fading light.
The ties that bind, hold you fast to my bed
I shall kill you this twenty first night.