whatever you want

Sometimes I imagine you’re here, lying beside me,

Your arms around my waist or my chest or my hips,

Your lips on my head or my neck or my shoulder or my back,

Or wherever you want to put them.

Sometimes I think how nice it would be

To fall asleep imagining your heartbeat

Faster than mine, or maybe slower,

However you want your heart to beat.

You’ll see me and your eyes will light up and I won’t be able to fight my smile

And you’ll fit my jagged edges perfectly,

Or you’ll smooth them down and perfect them,

Or whatever you want to do to me.

I wonder how nice it would be to be your doll,

Your lover, your perfect girl, your imperfect boy, your soul mate,

Or your wife or your husband or your king,

Or whatever you want me to be.