Railway Hotel by Stina

(Disclaimed: 'Railway Hotel', Mike Batt)

We went to the room and we bolted the door,
The bass from the jukebox was coming through the floor,
And out through the walls we could still hear the roar of the trains.

Darren closed the door silently, leant against it.
Daniel stood in the centre of the room, breathing calmly.
For a long, long while they just looked at each other.
Then Daniel reached out his hand.
“Come…” He whispered.
He watched Darren come closer, opened his arms. Silently they embraced, held each other tight for minutes.
The walls vibrated when another train passed by outside.
Darren raised his hand slowly, let it run through Daniel's hair.
Their lips met.

Was this all the comfort we got for our sins?
No candles, no waiters, no soft violins?
A dirty electric convector plugged into the mains

They had just started to make music together. Had begun to write songs, to play small gigs in unknown clubs.
And often all they earned was two beers and a sandwich. But they knew, one day they would make it.

It had been friendship in the beginning. Only friendship.
But then the nights where they sat in the tiny studio became longer.
And one night after a gig in some small town where they had stopped playing after three songs, because the only two guests had left, they stood outside in the dark, abandoned back street.
They looked at each other. Darren sighed, wanted to say something.
And Daniel suddenly bent forward and pressed his lips to Darren's lips.
And Darren kissed him back, tenderly, full of need.
“Why…” He whispered when their lips parted.
“I love you…”

I had wanted much more for the first night with you,
But the railway hotel was the best I could do
I knew the Savoy would have suited you well,
But the best I could do was the railway hotel

They walked to their hotel.
Slowly. Looking at each other again and again. Holding hands when no one else was in sight.
Knowing that the love they just discovered was already strong enough to go up to their room now.
Both wanting what would happen.
Both a bit afraid of what would happen.

Away in the sky were the lights of a jet,
Burning in the night like a slow cigarette
The lamp in the street threw a soft silhouette on the wall

They were careful with each other, careful and tender.
Shy in the beginning, exploring, discovering.
Then pleasuring, satisfying.
And then they gave in to their love, to passion and need.

And though it was crumbling and rundown and dead
A chair and a sink and an old single bed,
The love we began and the things that we said, I recall

They lay on the narrow bed, so close that their bodies looked as if they had melted into one.
For a minute, an hour, an eternity they caressed their faces, looking into each other's eyes.
Knowing what they had just done, what they had shared, was right.
Right and good.
A long, tender kiss.
“I love you, Darren...”
“I love you, Danny...”

I had wanted much more for the first night with you,
But the railway hotel was the best I could do
I knew the Savoy would have suited you well,
But the best I could do was the railway hotel