Diamonds

By: A.C. Cash

She who waits

At diamond gates,

Expects no torture.

Enduring it anyway,

She smiles.

He’s a runner.

Don’t you see?

Always running,

Wild and free.

Long drive

Toward the sunset.

Without me

Waking in the dark

To hold you.

Opening gates

And doors

With your teeth

Like diamonds.

You’re asleep.

Scratched up knees.

Crooked fingers.

Southbound.

Telephone rings.

Mockingbirds.

Burning bridges,

Shore to shore.

Sunrise.

Diamonds.