Oddly Familiar

Fling away...melting like wax

another day

flows down the drain

still

like oil to water,

we sleep in the same bed,

as the anointed portion of our love

pour down the rocky cliff

congealed

in the empty spaces,

like some forbidden fruit,

wet with anticipation ripened and red

soon the gentle breeze fits our mood...

'cause the darkness drifts like smoke,

all the weary legs, all the weary smiles,

lost in the drums...

Sweet like honeyed dawn,

embraced in something oddly familiar,

satin drenched in sweat

trailing out into the bedroom floor

like molasses,

on a pin-drop sky.