WANT
How do I want you? Let me count the ways.
I want you on demand. I want you streaming.
I want you half-asleep and in the taxi dreaming,
slouched and drifting in the back seat
in the June Manhattan haze.
I want you streaming. I want you on demand.
I want you in the back seats of a hundred thousand taxis.
I want you on every platform my device can access.
I want you arched and shivering
at the snap of my command.
I want you opening nationwide this week. I want you dreaming.
I hope you catch my meaning, dear. I want you on demand.
I want you in the taxi’s headlights beaming bright. I want you
scheduled for inclusion
in my Pay Per Minute Plan.
I want you in the cab we hailed at twilight’s last gleaming.
I want you on demand. So let us count the ways
I want you to want me to want you to want that I desire you.
I want you to understand
I could go on like this for days.
