Angel food - Ani DiFranco

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

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

If the mattress was a table top

And the bed sheet was a page

We’d be lying here

My convex

To your concave

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

Bring me angel food

Angel food

Angel food