I'd always been amazed by the expensive hotels
which looked like some baroque castles in old Moscow.
Their golden lights and elegant tapestry made me dream
I was a princess in that era.
Now I've met you,
the hotels I'm craving for are
actually the cheap ones.
With neon lights and cold beds.
We warmed every single one of them
never complaining about the pouring rain.
I felt like a countess in your
Long cozy hugs.
A glass of red wine.
Some mediocre flowers thrown away.
A beautiful mess.
You and I.
The universe within us.
Everything in a cheap hotel.