She Wanted Diamonds

She wanted diamonds

She wanted things

Like kisses, lore

Rhymes

Little shoes

The color blue

She wanted

I did

She wanted

I didn’t

I remember like 

an old dungeon tale

Some Goth

Drama

Otranto

High tides

Hard knights

Clanking chains

were all to blame

She wanted to call in sick,

bad sleep

Some land, some sun

Come to my house

in a horse-drawn jalopy

I found you, she said

Like a nickel, suck your pickle

So, I get to keep you, right?

Right?

Keep you like a king,

a snake

Feed you on wine,

tiny white mice

And that’s how it was

And so it was

As old as a ghost

We lasted three years, 

a thousand bottles, and two months