You’re dizzy”, the voice was manly.
That caught her neck from falling away.
“Yes I am”, she whispered strangely.
The roof kept silent, it smirked at the stray.

She curled into the warm arms.
Caught up by the curly path.
Should she be guilty for the secret charms?
That came designed without any wrath.

There was no tear, no passionate fear.
“Don’t judge me”, she cried with the laugh.
The dusky skin saved the fall.
When there was just the breathe of life in the brawl.