Anna is quiet
And her face is a cupcake
I want to eat the icing off of

She draws a circle on the page and pulls me in
A comic striptease of her very own
In her galleys, I am pretty and wise and I never fade

Anna is sleeping
And her legs are like birds
Nesting in my comforter

She dreams of countries I cant live in
A world to conquer of her very own
In her suitcase, I will be stowing away my heart…