The red room
built by hand
ten years prior to my existence
fathered now same as then
warm rich with the blood
of his sweat for my
little portal of Bohemia
The red room
upstairs in the cow’s end
past the dreamers and hustlers
through the silk, satin and salted sea musk
where I first felt the earth shake
and my perspective re-examined
The red room
four walls breathing curiosity
eager to help; willing to compromise
a quiet solace for us romantics
who have no home, no family
but an insatiable stubbornness
to never give up hope for love
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(written with pen on paper)
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