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 into white crisp air.
He said,
          “The sky begins at your feet..."

Then he stole a glimpse
of her raw being,
vulnerable-
yet, devastatingly bold.
- Tiny Poet, When I Called Her Name, 2015