I loved You a Little Too Much

You were the woman that crumbled.

A falling clay cliff,

short term, assured, tenancy,

for no more than eighteen months.

You lived and watched from east facing windows.

Beautiful sea, suspicious serpent.

A kraken always awake.

Moods measured by moon movements,


for a time

we were the real thing.

Then salt and water 

dissolved feelings.

Coastal creatures creating fissures.

A vessel, a storm and a decommissioned lighthouse.

If we had been in the winter of our tides,

we could have cleared the

sand and self doubt.

But you were the woman that

was always going to crumble.

A short term,

eighteen month tenancy.

I am assured.






© swissterrace 2023
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