I gently pull up the barrel
Filled with smiles
from the deep well of my heart
Don't spill anything
(OVER)
The sun is bold yet coquettish
She teases me with her moments of warmth
and then retreats back into herself
I want what I want
And you should know what that is
And you should give it to me
Once I've drunk the last smile-drop
And the sun has me fulfilled
I breath in the brick mortar of the ancient well
Privy to the timelessness of water
Feel the slight scratch of rope on my hands
The tiny drops of blood that cover my palms
The peddles beneath my bare feet
The tiny gasp of wind that uplifts me
The translucent scent of the encroaching evening
I want what I want
and please, forgive me for it.
