I got ash in my eye

 

Her love was too heavy, too fast, too intense,

Too much in each spoonful, too much to digest,

A flood of affection, a storm of desire,

A heatwave of passion, her bush was on fire.

 

Well, I've been to heaven and back in a week,

High waves in the blankets, squalls in the sheets,

I hoped it would last, but I thought perhaps not,

Her fire was too high, her furnace too hot.

 

It burnt out so quickly from glowing to ash,

Did I cry, was I hurt? Surely no need to ask,

You know men are strong and tougher than that,

I got ash in my eye, on the wind, looking back.
 

© Joseph G Dawson