Oil

You are the oil
That sizzles on my stove top
Popping at my arms
As I turn turkey link sausage for breakfast on Sunday morning
You are the oil
That never mixes with my water
But if I add a drop of food coloring
I get beautiful blue beads that make me appreciate the difference in us
You are the oil
That soothes the bite
And the tang in my vinegar
Together we mix to create a flavorful vinaigrette
                                                  You are the oil
That keeps my lamp lit
In the darkest hour of the night
I never need to be afraid as I navigate through dark places
You are the oil
That smoothes over my skin
Giving me a natural glow
After I shower away the tension of a long days work
You are the oil
That lubricates my joints
Keeping my body limber
You create the fluid motion in my hips and thighs as I glide to the rhythm of you: my oil