To caress a soul.

I sit here with this ephemeral thing,
     I make it dance as I sing.
Fondle gently in my hands,
     let it run across the spans.
To caress a soul, and keep it cared for,
     reminds me all we’ve yet dared for.
To touch and play, softly cradle,
          moved as long as we’re able.
It glows, this soul, it moves and pushes, it yearns.
     Each time I think I’ve got it, I miss it, I kiss it, I learn.
This instrument of beauty, 
     a delicate morsel of divinity.
A bit of pressure.
     elicits pleasure.
To run fingers up its spine,
     seeking what I’ve yet to find.
Tender nothings splay the breast,
     in timeless rhythms beneath your chest.
Beating counternance in endless harmony,
     I play the chords revealing your melody.
Held up as all was meant to be,
     can’t but keep you for only me.
I brought it joy, I’ve shown it pain,
     time moves on to make it play.
What price love?
     A single tear drop?
The first one falls,
     can’t make it stop.

Reviews

[Kara Emily Krantz]

the chords revealing your melody?? gorgeous. thiis is really a great write; i love it

"Each time I think I've got it, I miss it, I kiss it, I learn."

the flow was great.. the word choices? fantastic. i was really drawn into this. it was... crafted so well, so intelligently, so soulfully

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[justjenn_2u]

"I sit here with this ephemeral thing,"
Perhaps a soul in transit, a fragile soul. The symbolism of the soul to love, very interesting.
Your poem flows and has wonderful language. You don't use alot of repetitive words. Good write as always!