My Room is a Fish Bowl

My room tastes like lemon and mango cream
It feels the way an exotic hotel looks
The wind of the main road rushes
An illusion of living by the ocean.

My windows are big, curtains sheer and white.
Orb lamp lightens the night.
We settle in my room,
like the sun sets in the afternoon
My room is a fishbowl
Made for you and I
My room is a fish bowl;
The bed is a castle,
My desk is a vessel,
My heart doubling as an ear.