When I Called Her Name


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 white crisp air 
he said, "The sky begins at your feet..."

Then-
He stole a glimpse of Her Raw Being,
                                     Vulnerable-
                           
                              Yet

Devastatingly
             
​                   Bold.

- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
When I Called Her Name, ©2015, Poems from Passion