Like lions roaring
they shouted all through the day,
cuddling close at night.

He loved his woman
like he loved his hot coffee;
bitter—no sugar.

Their relationship
jackknifed on the icy bridge,
cold river beneath.

She was the woman
raving within the attic,
setting beds aflame.

She wore him like a
tramp-stamp: proudly among friends,
hidden while at work.

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