Overflowing Reservoirs
Sometimes the thoughts of you
bring a melancholy tune to mind
of rivers overflowing memories bank
a reservoir of love, lust, pain and loss
looming in a moody blues sky
Dancing to a favorite song
looped to play over and over again
like tired sonata, redundant of a drama
never rehearsed for the final scene
While I adore the rehearsal to kiss you, taste you,
digging in soft paws to cradle your essence
crawling into a bed of pheromones
perfumed masculine scents
I abhor the final scene
When the script calls for me to arrive home late
to find crumpled sheets of paper strewn
with pathetic excuses and lies
the hastily penned poetry of your goodbye
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