A Dormant Heart

A poem about middle aged lovers

Soften my hard edges

Those that my life has seen fit

To impose upon the veneer of my persona.

Let me lose myself in your smell,

So like that of a meadow after rain’s fall.

Kindle the fire which dormant lies,

Tarnished by daily frustrations.

Lie with me, sweet lover of my soul,

And like the moth,

Let us play with fire.

Author's Note

I seem to be in a stage where I am reflecting on middle stage love

Reviews

[ice]

I have found "middle"
stage to be the best kind, if proper time and attention is paid.
The candle can be lit, but maybe not from both ends, as do younger lovers.
Your poem is perfect for us middle lovers to reflect on..we who still

"Kindle the fire which dormant lies"

[sarah]

This is amazing :-) I really enjoyed this great work!

[Mike Winegar]

Love the image of a rekindled fire and the reawakened heart.

[WindSong]

It's a well defined poem about being with your lover. The style and presentation represents your intent to connect with the reader. Lovely poetic write!

[FJ Davis]

Audrey, I've had sex that was not nearly as enthralling as your poem.
Magic.

[Judy Ponceby]

Beautifully done, with a Superb ending. Your choice of words throughout are perfection.

[Chris]

The poem well fits the note... very well fits.

Teasingly scribed - good heat.

Chris

[emmajoy]

My goodness, what a lot's said in those last two lines: ' .. And like the moth, ~ Let us play with fire.' Whereas the previous words set the scene of you and your lover, those two lines are a play and a half!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Those last three lines.......lie with me, sweet lover of my soul, and like the moth, let us play with fire........sizzling hot! Wonderful piece Audrey!