Raindrops on my face

A testament

To the cliches that

Spring forth from my lips

When given an open

Moment in time

Seldom does the

Queen unclench her fists

And allow a single

Blood diamond

To fall into the waiting mouth of a

Peasant

When she does

It rocks the world

They all know

Hit pause

Then resume

A cycle renewed

Pain slices through

Layers of luxury

She doesn’t

Even

Shut her eyes tight

When you are accustomed to

Whatever it is that you do

Nothing even matters

We were frantic

Didn’t get the rhythm quite right

Beat it out

On a skin stretched to perfection

Over a hand crafted frame

Either way

We didn’t get it quite right

So we must shed our skin

And start again