Jame's heart beat madly as he and Alice approached the beeping metal detector at the entrance. The oblivious swinging door hugged the couple with inviting, outstretched arms and ushered them into the lobby in genial welcome. The receptionist asked James to surrender any valuable items he had; if they got lost, management would be liable.

James looked at Alice, his wife returned his guilt-stricken, dubious look with an innocent, trusting smile. What would he do if jewels went missing? How would he explain it to himself? What would he have gained by his mischief? What had come over James so shamelessly to decide to rob his own wife? The swindled woman stood innocently beside her unrepentant husband as he took the key to their room with hands the shook slightly. 

Poison ivy came up like a rose   
     in red and thorny garb
I look, liked and did dare touch
my pals my avid touch espied
   with green and frosty eyes
I should've only looked, and not leapt,
   For away and over my rising moon she flew
On clipped wings of my dream
    Now a song-filled air pocket of serenades
A love's wretch, my dream is a hornbill
         Flightless and tottering.
   My dream remains a dream still
Now my dream is a locked-up serenade