Orson T. Maquelani

 

On a Lover's Bridge

 

Words more smooth than

the street-side blade:

like a hoodlum you still leave me

bleeding

 

way past needing

and again I hear your price.

 

The bridge is a terrible thing to cross

 

wishing not knowing

but wishing

 

Truth between your lies.

Still now

your words not even I

 

can toss.

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