Crushed

The men she thought she loved she didn’t know;
the fizzing of desire can cloud the eyes.
Dazzled, she couldn’t see that she’d outgrow
the men she thought she loved. She didn’t know
that Casanova lurks in Romeo,
cold as a looking glass, that she’d despise
the men she thought she loved. She didn’t know
the fizzing of desire can cloud the eyes.

Susan Mclean

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Susan McLean would be pleased to hear them.