Cymbal clash

we work so hard to find her, then we crush her with our love

My love
a cymbal clash
was I
bold and brash
full of spice
hot
offered you
a slice
and then
slowly
but surely
your ears
tinned
your taste
thinned
I bent
till I thought
you would
break me
but you didn't
and now you
can't make me.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This reads like the rush and promise of a new relationship that peters out once the silver begins to tarnish. Flowing and expressive as always.