She Fell
She fell wild on the wind
of his breath.
His words swept through,
landing in places Inside Her
that once had fallen to sleep-
He was her tornado,
his westward winds; whirling,
waking, breaking and shaking
The Interior- she loved so much.
She never knew such
Hungry Rapture
could heal her aching heart.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 9.11.2017
#SheFell #PerfectStorm #TinyPoet #HungryTornado
She fell wild on the wind
of his breath.
His words swept through,
landing in places Inside Her
that once had fallen to sleep-
He was her tornado,
his westward winds; whirling,
waking, breaking and shaking
The Interior- she loved so much.
She never knew such
Hungry Rapture
could heal her aching heart.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 9.11.2017
#SheFell #PerfectStorm #TinyPoet #HungryTornado
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