XXLove letters       

                                        

When you felt lost in the land of twilight roofs,

 

You won’t forget your first day in the cage,

You had no trust,

You saw no future,

You reflected on zinc roofs,

 Paris has thousands of them,

Thousands of wells for lost souls,

Thousands of atavisms namely maid’s rooms,

Thousands of girls covered with mini-skirts,

Hidden in boots,

Trapping strangers  in fishnet stockings,

You will forget nothing,

But back then the day we met,

You were grateful and very tired,

You wanted to crash out,

You’re a stranger in my Paris,

It smiled at you with the corners of its mouth,

You didn’t trust me,

That night I had to leave,

That night you had to let,

I dissolved in back doors and dustbins,

In easels and coffee shops,

In twinkling store windows,

In the wind chasing leaves and scraps of paper,

In shiny cars getting high on legal speed,

You had a chance to deal with your fears,

You were the face of my life,

I left you one to one with the hallway,

It was a long-tailed monster,

It drove everyone crazy,

You attention got caught on doorknobs,

You heard footsteps,

Then doors started creaking,

Gnawing locks angrily bit,

I was your only escape,

I was your only chance to get out of your own prison,

I was your last cent,

You opened a nightstand drawer,

 It needed a facelift,

A ramshackle piece of paper was folded into a heart,

The previous tenant forgot it,

Incriminating my cleaning skills,

You tried to be gentle,

Loving hearts easily ripped,

There were sad and beautiful verses,

You would have dedicated to me,

If only you could have written poems,

But you could paint mostly silence,

You painted it with rainy colors,

Your paintings looked more like raw violence,

It was the crooked kind of violence,

It imprisoned for life setting no one free.