She had the hardness and glitter
Of a diamond
But her heart had the softness
Of a pearl;
Under make-up, jewels and furs
She was still a little girl,
Not a tigress who growls and then purrs.
He had money and a rampant reputation
For breaking hearts and spilling blood,
Searching for the elusive precious
Jewel in deep mines of loneliness.
But diamonds are darkling magnets
For women of a certain kind,
Attracting gossip and rumour;
This kingpin didn’t seem to mind
As he pulled each sparkling socialite,
Those giggly, tipsy beauties,
Into a twirl
In the heady whirl
Of party society,
While he maintained sobriety,
Always on the look-out
For a flawless carbon allotrope,
Forgetting that such gems
He ditched so many
Made the headlines time and again,
Until one day,
Swimming in the reflection
Of a department store window,
A space diamond,
An alien beauty,
Smashed his glass world
With carat, colour, cut and clarity.
Straight from the Sun God
She fell into his willing hands,
A splinter from a falling star
That he had wished on from afar.
Stung by a diamond-tipped arrow,
He sent her expensive ice
Of all colours and sizes,
No matter the price.
It takes a diamond to scratch a diamond,
Break a heart that’s made of stone,
And after what seemed like a billion years,
The kingpin made her his own.
She was his amulet against danger,
His Lucy in the sky,
She made him indestructible,
She made his doubting heart fly.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Image found on www.just-diamonds.com