Rendezvous of Fools

An old flame resurrects into your autumn years. I wanted something with the feel of a Parisian bistro patio, wine, and a pack of Gauloises. And the black magic of memory. I love what Anna did with this.

She turned and fell into his arms for this one time
and he caressed the naked curve below her ear
He swore he’d never let her drop his guard again but now she is so now and here
Remember this? she did not have to ask it when she pressed her hip into his memory so near
she knew as soon as she stepped through his open eyes his cool reserve would disappear


Is this the way old lovers recall a passion’s nova long since cooled
who knows how wintered flesh remembers the touch of a rendezvous of fools
What was this thing? Cafe and consequential fling
that gaze two seconds longer than a heartbeat grows
“How are the girls? Your grandson must be thirteen now did your ex-husband ever know?”


this is the way old lovers recall the suns of passion long since cooled
who knows how wintered flesh remembers the touch
This rendezvous of fools


The small talk fades in phantoms of their half-caught breath
there’s no surprise to where this conversation leads
He’s soft, she’s dry, but still they lie in tender naked summer skin filled ecstasy
So this surrender to the history of lips and sweet denial of the of rules
They’d rather be beside each other than beside themselves
This rendezvous of fools

La la, La la, la lala lala lala lala lah la la….ce rendezvous des fous

©2014 words and music by Edward Moll (SOCAN)

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