Satine et Steele   v/v 

the stars glimmer and glint her eyes
with each sigh of breath, her heart rises
the beat of the thump that pumps
her blood with a flow of hope
reciting the wishes in her head to come true
a yearning lust, only a princess knows best
those little breaths continue to flutter
in between those, more words of hope stutter
when will Daddy be home? is her question
repeated, repeated, repeated
such a cute princess
colouring books and brand new crayons
one of many gifts given
little girls who are good are loved
little girls who are bad are forgiven
but, must be punished
a lesson learned in a life of knocks and collars
then cuddled
in the hold of Daddy’s swallow