I want to be showered with confection.
I want powdered sugar to land on my face like snowflakes from a Sweet source.
I want to lay down in fields of cotton candy daisies
and eat them, petal by petal.
You love me, You love me not.
I want to bask in the sunshine of your loving
as if it were only for me
and to feel it soaking into my skin
like a suntan.
I want to wear skirts made of pink tule
layers and layers of pink tule
and tiaras that you bought for me
at the state fair.
And I want you to hold my hand and notice that I
am by your side.
And want me there.
