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.

- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2015