Hoping for Roses

In this nifty little room

With a bed built perfectly for two

The view only proves that

Everything false suddenly turned true

Open up the window

And a string falls down below

Speeding fast to stop upon a little hand

Bounding fast across the glittered sand

Fairytales built on pink and shining silver

For a maiden looking about for only rose and clover

Red and green for love and luck, deeper hues than those for lust

And a hand folds down, and around this finger’s bound

A bond with trust, no musts, no fuss

Wake up.

Tonight.

She’s hoping for roses

And pleading for meaning

Between the sheets

And the heavy pounding heart beats

Heart beats pound beneath the sheets