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