Saturday Evening Host
Beneath this lipsmudge trace
There is some red, blood vessels your firm kiss broke
The water in the pool tastes like the weeds of the seas
If you're nursing a water garden
you really don't want me for seed
I'll never ever blossom in a place such as this
And I'll let you in on something else;
At this moment I don't love you at all
And though in this same moment
I would weep should I feel you fall
Into this pool, into this wet
In through this world, down onto this set
I won't believe that this is all make-believe
I will not believe. This is all make-believe
________ Dearest,
I know this just ills me
to drown me down like this
If you could hear me scream down here
You would know how I forgive...
I don't always pick
the most popular faces to kiss
It's not so much the weight
of the thought of what you do
but rather the instance in which you've
pushed me down without a chance
to kiss your fisted hands....I understand
I close my eyes without a chance
I chose to be tied... I understand