He fumbles at her soul









He fumbles at her soul
with naught but boyish flush
at delights too sensuous to behold
and a lover’s foolish rush

He stops and starts
like lovers old
too brash, too cocky
too goddamn bold

He looks away
and loses sight
of the very thing
he longs to hold


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7 Responses to He fumbles at her soul

  1. Rob Kennedy says:

    Hey Mel,

    Good work. Very passionate, very true too. We all do this.



  2. Sarah Martin says:

    The ending is brilliant although it ends it also is open for interpretation…this is truly authentic to your style, beautiful my friend ?

  3. Melpomene says:

    Thank you very much Sarah. You are very perceptive and receptive.

  4. Melpomene says:

    Thank you so much Rob. What is it that we all do? Fumble with people’s souls? Yes…

  5. Sarah Martin says:

    Read this aloud….it’s great in voice!

  6. Becca says:

    I adore this. So poignant!

  7. Melpomene says:

    Thank you Becca! Glad it touched you.

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