SHE FELL

She fell wild on the wind of his breath.
His words sweeping through,
landing in places Inside Her 
that were once asleep-

He was her tornado,
whipping westward winds
whirling, waking, ​breaking
and shaking,
The Interior- 
She loved so much.
She never knew,
such Hungry Rapture ​could heal,
her aching heart.
- Tiny Poet, She Fell, 9.11.2017
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