Ed in Paris
We have finally come
to Paris
Ed's...my dream - both.
We are ghosting through shape-shifting streets
endlessly apartmented.
The dank light is shivery...chilly
alien
un-antipodean.
Where is
She? Paris? Is she
frightened but Ed just striiiides on grim.
Heart and heat dissipating
I huddle and hurry behind him...
As
propelled
from a gun
he is
running.
'Look!'
'There it is.'
He is
gone.
My thumping heart antelopes after.
'Wait, Ed, wait!' (Please, don't leave me)
'Come oooonnn,' he yells, battle-cry.
'Slooow down.' (You silly bugger)
I cry gasping -
He's breaching Pont neuf now.
My legs are tarantula
-churning
I navigate by fading hat
(Ed's)
and I laugh
and howl
echo-sounding - we're both bloody idiots - embarrassing.
Good thing the French are at breakfast
and don't give a toss
about us.
But he's nearly there now
and
he's charging
while laughter
is stripping my lungs
I need no hat
to find
him
I can see it myself
now.
Then I reach him and he's all dream-fly-catching
rapt-gazing up through the clouds
'You don't understand,' he says whispering
and I do
and I don't
that's a fact.
All I can see are steel girders and swirling smog licking fog lips and all I can see is Ed staring
staring
entranced
by the Eiffel
folks ;)
