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 left over 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 seldomly 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.