Slaves pull diamonds

out of the mud

and those perfect sharp points

become crowns

on false promises.

I see women, in big SUVs

married

taken

beautiful

unlike the unmarried kind

the sophistication and class of these women

is unmatched

they dress in silk blouses with frills

their business pants are satin black

their underwear is barely visible

I don’t know where they shop at

but I would love to have a summer job

managing their dressing rooms.

The point is

anything beautiful with points

gets fondled with promises

but people can’t hold onto anything

a ring

is false infinity

it gets thrown-out of a car window

sold to pawn brokers with big noses

it’s metal and carbon

a business

love is a feeling

a promise

love doesn’t last

it’s beautiful.