Saturday, January 5, 2008

Lying on a bed of roses....

Upon entering the room after dinner,
we followed a petal-strewn terra-cotta tile path
to the bed, where the blankets had been pulled back,
and gold-wrapped chocolate coins
were tossed among pale pink and yellow petals.
We're guessing the travel agent put the hotel
up to this honeymooner's scenario!
I giggled for at least fifteen minutes,
then draped myself in a languor
across the bed....


  1. and that in a CONVENT, of all things.
    Oh dear, oh dear...

  2. It's the only way to recover from Catholicism!

  3. ...embodiment IS tres tres Catholic, and a petal-strewn bed calls for holy orders and celebration. the pope is missin' out. you just became catholic with a capital C.