Necklace, wine, candles
She falls into his eyes
Like being attracted by a black hole
Holding his long and beautiful fingers
A hand born to fit the piano

How could such
A perfect gentleman
Still being single?
The only mistake –
His choice of cologne
Smells a little bit
Like alcohol

“Would you like
To see my jewelry box?”
She loves his politeness
So she follows

Diamonds, rubies, sapphires
Crystal coffins and wedding gowns
Formalin is his cologne
Pianist’s hand holding a scalpel

“It’s my pleasure
To have you
As my collection forever.”

Weilin Pan