I am sure I dream in colour
and, tonight, I dream in pink.
I dream light and fluffy and giggly and girly.
Dreaming of marshmallow hugs and butterfly kisses,
of primrose lips and the flush of your cheeks
As we run through field upon flower field.
We’re holding hands because no one’s there to see.
We’re two idiots who know better than to dream
of the future. I’m dreaming
pink like little-girls' dollhouses,
like daisies and fairy-wings,
like strawberry shortcake and
lipstick and love-hearts.
I wake up