The Drums and I

There are three of us in this romance It’s a strained love triangle between you And me And that gleaming set of drums lurking in your spare room However much you may try to deny it To say that I am the only one for you That instrument knows better She can see right through your carefully constructed assurances She watches you touch me And she laughs her mocking silent laugh Because she feels a stronger caress every night when I’m away When she embraces you in her steely grip And transports you back to the realm of your youth A place I can never go with you Whenever I walk into her domain I feel her brooding mockery The bronzed Halloween mouth of the hi-hat flaps in an abrasive chuckle Taunting my fragile mortality Reminding me that she was here long before me And she’ll live on long after I’m cold in the ground She knows she was your first and truest love She exposes me as a pitiful flesh-and-blood copy of her dominatrix allure My eyes don’t shine like her shimmering paint My curves don’t hold a candle to her solid voluptuous shape And the sweet whispers and cries of passion that escape my tender lips – She drowns them out with her thundering primal roars Sometimes in my braver moments I think that I can beat her That I can prise you away with my brittle white fingers But then I see you sitting in the midst of her glory Like a powerful exotic king With your hair flowing free and your eyes ablaze I hear the erotic melodies that pound through your fists Into her metallic belly And it is then that the realization sinks in In this weird love triangle of three You are the husband and she is your steely wife And as for me -- I am the other woman Forever perched precariously on the edge A mistress beside your instrumental queen…