24 April 2012
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
You Wanted to Escape So You Went to France • Opuss № I