Medea

Can any good come of this?

We’re acting out an ancient script

It’s compelling and deep

I just wish that I could sleep

 

Oh Medea you’re in my blood

What is this poison that makes me feel young?

Oh Medea it’s way too much

I want you

I need you

 

Can any good come of this?

We’re wounded deep in our sex

Warning lights flash o’er our heads

There’s a curse on this bed

 

Oh Medea you’re in my blood

What is this poison that makes me feel young?

Oh Medea it’s way too much

I want you

I need you

I need you

I love you

 

 

© Ian Lilburne 2017