Roses are prickly
and disregard apologies
They wander with plans
revealing social charms
A silky smile
sees an anxious reply
and the Rose in question
springs into action
The Red Carpet rolls
Legs unfold
Ivories chime
Conversations entwine
Friendship gathers pace
Emotions enters race
Desires heed calls
Gloves fall
Nude thorns are blunt
not by accident
But a rose is a rose
Fingernails and toes