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 ;)