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