The prince kissed her sleeping lips and
she woke with love in her mouth.
Radiant, like the sun, she rose.
Blooming, like the rose, she shined.
He said “You’re hot.”
He said “I want to spend some time with you.”
Because she was a princess
and he was a prince
she thought it was destiny.
She should have died of a broken heart.
It was in the script.
Instead she stepped out into her bower
light pouring over her like honey,
air heavy with perfume.
Rose, jasmine, orange blossom,
it was a wonderful time
to be awake.