" 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
And 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 unwavering adoration,
Of the way she moves through my mind
When I am unaccompanied,
By reason
Then, her beauty brings me back
To her embrace
And my home,
In her
Instances.....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)