Hotel

My heart is not a hotelroom
where you can leave the mess for the maid
and its towels and ashtrays
are not yours to take.

So turn to the streets
if you need a place to sleep
and ask the night to keep you warm
for I will not embrace you.

I will sleep here, alone
to guard over the towels and ashtrays.
No, my heart is not a hotelroom
unless you're willing to pay the rent.