I.
Firm to the touch.
Cool beneath my fingertips,
heat beneath the surface,
not going anywhere.

II.
Rushing no longer appeals
like it once had.

Rebirth no longer needs a catalyst.
I change shape with joy.

III.
The light on my skin,
the breath from my heart’s kiss,

rapture seeded throughout my being,
just waiting to be poured and tipped.

I notice these things now,
after the fire.