The diamond, meaty, winking,
throwing rainbows on the walls
and drawing to it clusters of women, 
symbolizes a man’s intent
to extend his arm across the bed
and around your waist as snugly
as the ring that wraps around
your weakest finger. Love-belted,
you accelerate into the whimsy
and peril of dreams rolling through
like breakers. You’ll remain afloat,
but only if you can hold yourself
when he pulls away, flinging you 
from his circle. Though it’s yours 
to keep, perhaps you give it back, 
slapping decorum’s face, puzzling
the clusters. Didn’t your mother 
counsel you about worth, exchange?
You could have sold that rock!
This is what a diamond does:
its relentless eye outshines your two.


M. Nasorri Pavone's poems have appeared in The Cortland Review, River Styx, New Letters, Harpur Palate, Bluestem, DMQ Review, La Fovea and elsewhere. She also writes plays. Her latest, Feeding Time celebrated its world premiere at the Hollywood Fringe Festival. She is a graduate of the University of California at Los Angeles and lives in Venice, California.
Click here to read M. Nasorri Pavone's poem "Spitting."