Pucker Up

Pucker up Mae West,
there’s something in the water.

Oil on the surface
beautiful in its separateness,
deadly in its own right.

Covering the surface,
oil is always one to reflect the light.

Pucker up Mae West
there’s something under my skin.

Relentless as probing fingers
pushing
driving
me
to become
the oil,
to reflect the light
and to … sep - a - rate.

Pucker up Mae West
I’m the one to watch.

With just one,
simple promise -
I am the oil
deadly in my own right.

Discrete, all-knowing,
guilty in my
reflection

of light.

So, pucker up Mae West.
You fooled them once,
I can do it twice.
Pucker up.
Pucker up.

Kiss your legend

while I kiss my soul

Goodbye