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A Taste of Your Own...: A Sonnet

by Tony Whitaker

Who lit the torch which set this midlife soul afire
And though I know her love trust thus will ne’er be won
And now too late undone this wisp a tryst begun
So prompt she pours my pounding heart upon her pyre
Too long I paused possessed to taste of her desire
But prayed one day to take away her misanthropic gun
Instead she read and boldly shed what she had won
And slew what grew to keep me safe from a devil's fire
To reflect when once I held the lady's gleam
Each night I tracked my tender prey to feed my unripe pride
Sex seemed to deaden the dread which spread across my wounded self-esteem
Surprised they found someone sincere wanting to know in life what wave they ride
But to friends I won fair hearts for one-night stands with curdled words of cream
But until you smiled, beguiled, I fell into your web which once was my regime


Author's Note: This really a rewrite of A Midlife Sonnet for the Male. But it did not capture the initial vision I had for it. So I did a total rewrite and is really a different Sonnet altogether, not just the words. I also added more feminine rhymes rather than masculine, and an enjambed line and more internal rhyme, not to mention a totally different meaning.

Posted on 05/09/2007
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 05/09/07 at 05:34 PM

I believe I like this one better. Beautiful.

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