with sand in my jeans
and echoes of a rollercoaster nearby
There is confidence in taking off
And I am never more brave
Then when I am leaving a place
Late night talking to a stranger
A foreigner with class
Can I lure her back to my rented trailer
Indeed, I can!
She spoke to me passionately in French
I couldn't understand a word she was saying
But it sounded gentle and sexy
We just cuddled
I didn't mind
I still got to touch her body
and I liked the way she kissed me
I wanted to do it.
But she was married.
And already having an affair with another man.
It was just a temporary distraction.
Please allow me to distract.
In the morning, I watched her dress.
She held my hand and gave me a rock from outside
to remember her by.
Any object can have sentimental value.
But a rock?
I didn't keep it.
Instead I drew a cartoon of her
which I keep pinned up in my office
I don't even remember her name.