Medieval Device

Medieval Device

I’m locked in your eyes

Like a medieval torture device

You twist the wrench

Stretching the frame

Making my bones pop

All out of place

The touch of your hand

My hairs stand on end

Singing in the sweet

And selfless symphony of you

Your smiles candy sweet

Eyes so palatial green

Takes over me

You make your shot

I won’t look to see

If you made it or not

Cause you made it with me

I ask for champagne

You pull on the reigns

Stampeding wild horses

Won’t even stop you

Why don’t we run off in the night

Send all our lovers flowers goodbye

Time never passes so true

When I can spend it with you

Into new flowers we’ll grow

Passing with seasons we’ll know

We drink to get drunk

Pour me another

One’s never enough

I like the tazed

Look on your face

Slips beneath the table

Never goes to waste

Electric eels

White coral reefs

Dancing in the water

Folding into you

Then we descend and our lives begin again

I’ll fly away as an albatross one day