You Wanted to Escape So You Went to France

You wanted to escape so you went to France
I shook, shouted knowing you
would ride through Nice, bum out
blue tattoo on display
All those Frogs that saw your bike
with laughs and leers; hard-ons jeering
I smashed their smiles

I joked that you’d meet Francois
When you did, I seethed and spat
at thoughts of breadcrumbs
naked feet that picked them up
and brushed them off
Tangled bed sheets
sex and croissants

I thought of men you’d teach with
staying on well after work
both making slow moves
two backed beasts
on classroom chairs
the supple curves about your breasts
the English temp

I hated the Continent
it’s sexy ways and schedule
nap, shag, smoke, nap, shag
I couldn’t say for certain
that would be wrong
I’ve never been
You went to France

J. x