Fleur

I got a phone call from Fleur Ten years since I’d heard from her Accent like a purr I felt a wave of nostalgia

But I wondered what it could be she could possibly want from me After all the time that she’d spent cutting herself free,

She'd been living back in France Said she still sought her one true romance She said she’d be back in town She wondered if I might drop around

I felt the unexpected flash of her skin on mine It seemed I flew across the gulf of space and time

My baby made nervous jokes Called me a stupid/typical cunt struck dope She said Fleur was making moves I laughed it off but I wondered too

I must admit I was intrigued I again saw her eyes - how they had captured me Her smile like a lure Our hungry hands had been so keen and sure

We were pissed one night on rum and cokes

We met one night in a bar

remembered that look in that she had me thinking,