the lazy liquid

"Molasses"

Thumping bottom of browned bottle
with my ungraced palm
pining for that one last tablespoon
an oozing of molasses

for one tiny batch
of my favourite cookie
made to cure
this impatience.

As the lazy liquid
inches toward the lip

I think of you

a perfect sugary
morsel of molasses
caught against the rim:

your viscous film
stretches to be
mixed into my batter

but the adhesion keeps you
clung to glass.

As the syrup
creeps I hum

I
have
been
waiting
for
you
to
escape.

At last the remnants
leap to bowl

and I spoon out all I can

just as I shall spoon you out
tomorrow.

Soon,
molasses,
make me melt.