White Sheets (Ever You Want)

White sheets, dry of colour.
No splash of shadow
legs or arms not splayed
out, sweaty, tired, or heavy.
White sheets, like a sterile hospital bed,
hospital walls, hospital ball gown
for the hospital dancers.
And this is where

(ever you want to go…)

you found a gutter flower working an apron job,
in a cage made of windows and dollars.
Kept at it, and soon the spoon was silver.
See. See you. See you at the show.
Saw. Saw you. Saw you at the show.
Then you saw a whole lot more,
which is how

(ever you want to see…)

I’m now flying
to someone who never needed to buy my love.
We’re both transient in nature,
and it won’t mean a thing tomorrow
that whenever I hear the songs about dreams,
I think of you and me.
Or the next day,
that I’m online, waiting for you to reply.
If you do, it will be when

(ever you want to tell me…)

the dreams finally make sense.
You won’t be worried of pouring yourself into me
with no return.
Feel. Feel something. Feel something beautiful flood inside.
Felt. Felt something. Felt something beautiful flood inside.
You can have anything that I can offer.
This is what

(ever you want to take from this…)

I wanted you to know
the way you’re the blanket over everything else in my mind.
The cloud, the sustenance, and the newest dawn.
This game we play, my second breath
and breathed too deeply last time.
I dreamt of white sheets, where I wanted to lay,
I dreamt of snakes that brought me home.
This is who

(ever you want you want me to be…)

I was when I lost control of what I meant to be.
I am no spy, no trespasser or trickster.
The door is open a second time,
beckoning you to come in,
rip the plastic from my imagination
so that we can start again and pretend I was never furniture.
If it was to keep minds sterile, it worked and I birthed no creative light.
I want to be spread on your bed, purely impure.
I want to be used until there are no more white sheets.
I want you, I want to live, I want a second chance
and you’re the reason why.
See. See this. See this is what I want.
See. See this. See this is all I really want.
See. See this. See this and raise me one, happily

(…ever after…)