Two art lovers

Early birds, lovers of art
We came to the museum just
as they opened for the day
Only the two of us here
She's in front of that painting
where sharped edged gaps
emits chlorine bleached life
My favourite piece of art
Those pink walls leaning
and that dense ceiling
that should be a sky
Without knowing it herself
she bends her back like the
rust eaten girl in the painting
Art unites, art doesn't die
I'm in front of that creature
the wolf that wants to be human
Slowly I turn into a guitar
strings vibrating, strangled
by my own soily claws
Silent tones, noisy drum
heels agains the floor
the museum's door closing
I wish I knew how to paint
I wish I had a friend