Two Friends Like Us - Musée Mécanique

Stained glass and telephones

Trace the edges of these creaking bones

Where sunlight dares not go

Shadows now where once our fingers wrote

Along you arm

Little kisses in the dark

Strangers like us

Pacing the floor naked

Wrapping up in blankets as you said

You’re not like other men

Strange we’ve never met before and then

The lights went out

Smoke comes curling from your mouth

Tangled like us

Reading your letter I

Hope that we could meet some future time

That we could stroll the park

Drinking wine and talking until dark

And then we’d part

Seems to me that it’s a start

Two friends like us…