When I Called Her Name

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When I called her name,
Her breath-
          Lit up the face of night!
And a Star sparked in her Soul-

She-
Turned her skin over
And saw Life
                  Moving,
                       Through her bones- 

He-
Whispered into crisp cold air
He said, "The Sky begins at your feet..."

Then He stole,
                      A glimpse-
                            Of Her Raw Being
              Vulnerable
         Yet-
Devastatingly,
                   Bold.

- J. Circosta
Poems From Passion
When I Called Her Name, ©2015