The title speaks for itself I think. The voice belongs to a married woman.

Falling in love again by Louise Worthington

Flabby knees – scratches, bruises, cuts –heal
You’d never know she’d been in love before
Save for that pink scar tissue on one elbow
Like crinkled candy paper.

At forty-nine she falls again
After paper, silk, ivory, crystal and bronze.
Not from the sky, or a branch or by a broken wing,
Not a stunt from a burning building.

Rain, first dripping and dousing and
a blue hydrangea comes into bloom
A yellow rose offers up its scent
Then raindrops are drifting mist
A scarf over one eye
Next,
Sculpting as snow –icicles, snow angels, snowmen
Beautiful shapes from something fallen from the sky
Magical things you hadn’t thought possible –

Falling in love again.