Wonderland

He did his best to teach her to dance
In gaudy, garish, naked light
A trip to Wonderland with him;
His fingers, face.
Such things as tenderness caressing pouting lips
Plump and pink-

                Roses.

                You beg me to call them pretty for you.
                As the shores of dreams usher them into my arms

Hands given to hope, to love in the guise of youth
To Wonderland, to home, to heart's true home
Teaching me to dance
In naked light; on hideous roses