Bridges

Of all things,
she opened my mouth
and built a bridge
only we knew existed.

She arranged pillar upon pillar
of steel beams.
I struggled understanding
what to do with the leftover bolts.

She grabbed my hand,
taking turns throwing them
on the outskirts of where we stood.

We stood between the beams,
an incline of sights
seldom seen.

Afraid of heights,
she rarely looked down.
She’d bury her head in my chest.
Very rarely,
she looked down.

Spoken words
clustered in steel beams
without fear
of plunging below.