The 3$ room – K.B

The 3$ room

 

 

It was a cold night
In winter.

In an abandoned
Building,

Squatters
Were renting
A friend room
For 3$ the night,
And only for
The people
They knew.

I knew a few guys
Over there.

I rented
The room
For thee nights.

Broken curtains,
A smell of weed,
A window
With a view
On the central
Court,

High perched
On the third floor.

A door with no lock.

I sat on the rocking
Bed, out of
My home.

I gathered my legs
Under me
And started
Dreaming
Of love.

Two days later,
I moved in a
Much better
Room with
A heater,
A beautiful bed…

And a girl.

O, my love !

The empty stomach
Fed on your caresses.

The hungry eyes
Smiled at your
Silhouette
When you
Joined me for rest ;

And every morning,
You kissed me goodbye
Before going to work.

Painters would knock
At my door
So I join them
With my computer
To write
While their
Brush
Regenerated
Our dreams
On their canvas.

We ate mostly
Bread with
Some humus,

We would cook
When we had
The means to !

O, my love !

Our bodies
Exulted
All night,

I knew how
To appease
Your worries,

You knew
How to comfort
My loneliness.

O, my past love;
Memory is giving
Me all of you now !

Fireworks !

Elation !

Sky scraping
Ecstasy !

 

 

K.B
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