if the mattress was a table top 
and the bed sheet was a page 
we'd be written out 
like a couple of question marks 
my convex to your concave 
and we'd be lying here 
at the end of a sentence 
and 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 
angel food