and the bed sheet was a page
we'd be written out
like a couple of question marks
my convex
to your concave
we'd be lying here
at the end of a sentence
that asks, are you ready now?
are you gonna glow in the dark?
are you gonna show me how?
do you like to watch when water misbehaves
do you like waves?
as the wind shifts and shifts again
the sail smiles
and gently slaps around the mast
ballast
ballast
ballast
when you come to me
come to me
with cake in your pocket
come to me
nicely
with that soft kinda cake that's mostly icing
come to me ready and rude
bring me angel food