the river beckoned to me,
far below the bridge.
i bent double,
steel shoved into my gut,
and i whispered back to it,
flirting with the lapping waters.
with a wicked giggle,
i climbed over the railing
leaning far from the bridge,
only the cling of fingers holding me
from my lover
the river.

it called to me once more,
and i let go of all i knew,
just released my grip.

i floated through the air,
stomach flopping about,
cold air brushing by me,
stroking me,
a last touch
before i kissed the river's cold, aqueous lips.

 
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