Infinity in my palm

Partir, c'est un peu mourir.

Every morning he kisses me goodbye, i die a little. Then i come alive when he smiles at me, his mischievous smile.

'there you go, the bed is all yours, and the pillows too'

I cast him a look, for i know he is making fun of me, alluding to my tendency to claim all that lay on the bed as my royal possession.

And i watch him get dressed, and he knows i am watching, sometimes he turns and smiles and i avert my eyes...and i want to die of happiness.

Hold the moment still, s'il te plaît.

This wednesday mr jones took me to the top of the city. It was windy but clear and we could see up to ten miles, um with my sailor's binoculars of course...i could even read the names of the container ships leaving and entering the bay. As for mr. sailor, he said it was depressing cause he couldn't read that far :-P...aww. The whole city laid quiet at our feet. Streets criss-crossed, landmarks shimmered with the golden lights of the setting sun, colorful flags flew in harmonious defiance with the wind. I saw towns across the bay, clock tower, and bridges. Bridges that were tall and conspicuous and bridges that were long and covered in fog, looking all ethereal, like a glimpse of the past.

We sat on the barrier of the scenic drive, and cars kept driving by, the wind was crazy and chilly, he put his jacket on me (typical!) and then tried to cover me with his body! I shook my head, i mean i am not a child, and i consider myself pretty darn strong, tiny though that i am. LOL, my bravado didn't go far, however. When it was time to return, i was like 'oh, fuck!, don't tell me i have to climb down the hill!' Looking down makes me nauseous, seriously, and i was wearing stilettos (typical!), so the alternative was to carry me down, or take this really long alternate route. Anyway, after much cajoling, i agreed to take the hill, and he guided me down, one step at a time. And i wasn't afraid at all. And i wondered... 'i dunno why you care so much mr jones? Nothing lasts forever, remember?' But he couldn't read it on my face, his eyes were busy protecting my steps.

Sigh. Nothing lasts forever.

So hold me here on this edge, hold me here with you. Make me soar with the wind, flirt with the unseen, see far beyond the reach of my eyes.

And when we are done, guide me down. Watch my step.

Hold me, lest i fall.