the french

when i was doing the side-extending standing pose in the sauna
having a conversation with the boy from Paris
he got too hot
and had to catch a bus back to montreal

though he was very shy
he wasn’t like the little “asian” man who kept grabbing people’s crotches
he put his lips to my lips
and kissed me fully

for minutes

a real kiss
exploring, tasting, meeting.

perhaps the french really are romantic in a way i’ve never understood before.