" In Some Instances .."

In some instances, she is the wind
In others
She is, the soul of me
My heart is riddled, with her intent
I most humbly accept
Her bullets
For, there is no misery
In being shot by a love so rare
That neither
Loss of limb or life
Could inhibit
My own, unwavering, adoration
Of the way she moves through my mind
When I am unaccompanied
By reason
Then her light, brings me back
To her embrace
And my home
In her
Instances.....

For:  Cherie Sumner  (my wind)

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)