To Rekindle the Flame

A mere glimpse of her
  his heart beat faster
Nearly called her name
  -- No, that'd be lame

Trailed her for a while
  emotions swirling
Recalled how she'd moved
  He'd been mad with desire

All these years later
  he had a conceit
to rekindle the flame
  Sure it'd be the same

Lengthening his stride
  he pulled alongside her
Turning to face him
  she was no longer slim
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Fowler Avatar
October 2, 2020 at 7:13 AM
"...a conceit to rekindle the flame..." Ha! Be careful what you wish for! Linda
Wolf Avatar
October 2, 2020 at 12:06 PM
Good advice, Linda!
Ermine Avatar
September 30, 2020 at 8:05 PM
Oh Gershon!.... I wonder what response you'll pick up from this poem.... It fell a bit flat for me.... Was the guy maintained as 25 forever..?!
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September 30, 2020 at 10:07 PM
Yes!
Wolf Avatar
September 30, 2020 at 8:25 PM
Haha! Love your response... All men, of course, are 21 years old in the mirrors into which they peer. I am too. ~ Smoke and Mirrors (Call me Smokey. lol). Thanks, Sigrid.
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