this sun has got me on my knees,
thanking it, pleading, begging it, please
tear me away from the hands of another
the one whose lips and whose eyes have covered
my daydreams of right with this blanket of teasing

words with the syllables making it easy
to worm right back in, to nibble like bees
when i am the honey and you love my nectar
this sun has got me on my knees

the language you're speaking, these phrases like keys
tearing holes in my heart-i'm playing the sleaze
juggling hearts in my hands, when i know that after
he'll walk away broken and you shall be stronger
but i can't, i can't do it, admitting to seas:
this sun has got me on my knees


rondeau.