flew me down
to your new town.
spent the weekend
in your room
through the hurricane.
i was so nervous
on the plane
because i didn't know
what you wanted from me.
i told you how i get nervous
that everyone is out to get me
and you say you
never want to hurt me.
we watched the calm after the storm
on your black motorcycle
and all the debris
looked perfect to me.
the sun king wants the thrown, again,
and now i think i'm ready.
his heart makes it easy to begin
a reign so long and steady.