What does love need? |
The Diamond Giver He wrapped the stones around her neck, And they lay there, hard and dead On soft skin. Diamonds, compressed coal, Faceted lies, a bejeweled collar. He draped her shoulders in silk and filled Her arms with roses. But silk couldn’t Keep her warm and the thorns made her bleed. He placed a crown on her head, But it pressed down. She trudged through, cold and weary, Arms bleeding and heart heavy. Life lost color and love its warmth, And the diamonds kept her, until He came. He came with armfuls Of sun-filled daisies and summer cotton. He came and draped her shoulders With his arms and kept her warm. He placed a kiss on her head And it lifted her up. In the cool grass and warm sun, Drunk on wildflowers and cheap wine They lay in love. Cradled in the meadow Of new and illicit fervor, they were free. But when he went to take the diamonds off, The heavy stones were embedded in her flesh. He tried to pry them out, but they remained, A lustrous reminder of her glittering captivity. They lingered for awhile, but the stones Grew too heavy with guilt and condemnation. So they bid a tearful farewell, and she Trudged home. He ripped the daisies, And tore the cotton, and once again She shivered in silk, bled with roses, And suffocated under diamonds. |