I sort of already made this public (in a late-night Facebook conversation about good-love and bad-love, or it might have been real-love and fake-love). It’s the opening number from a show I’ve been writing. There is a dramatic context to this which is revealed in between the first and second choruses of this song, so I won’t post the remainder of it here, as I don’t want to explain the whole conceit of the (as yet unfinished) show. But I think this bit stands nicely on its own. Enjoy.
Cast your magic spell right over me,
Kiss me through a veil of night,
Tell me that you want my body,
Say you’re gonna treat me right.
Drive me to the gates of Hades.
I’ll bring a lunch; I’ll meet you later on.
I’ll buy you something stupid from the gift shop
Or an homunculus to torture when I’m gone.
And when we make our vows, high on glory, just a vessel,
We’ll be dancing, we’ll be spreading fire and light.
And when we go to bed, silk and roses, sweet and holy,
Hot and sweaty, we’ll ascend into the night.
And love will make us gods inside our bodies,
And tame the very thunder-rush of time,
And solder over every long-gone heartbreak.
Oh love, my love: your body next to mine.
I’ll let you decide what type of love is going on there.