I.
Eyes aware.
Heart in my throat—
thick as a globe of light
rising up to speak.
Hands trembling
with want
and flutter-make.

II.
Bearing emotions
to the surface—
to uplift,
to wings.

III.
All the fuel I need
to get where I’m headed
comes from emotions
experienced and held
with gentle tenderness—
like a new lover
pressed against my ribs,
met with curiosity
and hunger.

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