There are
bruises you can’t 
remember getting
and pains
whose origins
you can’t recall
there are
rough patches
that used to be
smooth
and when 
did that happen?
blemishes
where once
purity reigned
not to mention
aches in the heart
from longings
long forgotten
but sometimes
the voice in your heart
whispers 
of those ages-dormant
yearnings
and that spark
that is buried
blows up 
full
and ready to devour
and then you feel
alive again
and ravenous
for life.