1.

adipose, the throne on which i sit
a backlit tulip
flames licking up and up

—fat conveys sunlike radiance
celluLIGHT blessings and giggles
and
i am an angel

vibrating just beyond.

2.

the heart, as each sweet globe
shining on the vine
slept through winter in one seed,

heart gestated in hearth
till she perceived herself a tenant
and burst forth, burst

the bounds of the chest,
truly bad@$s
tendrilling touch
through her magnetic field.

3.

hands are heart’s emissaries.

mine wanted to be normal hands,
do verb things. they sampled
your topography, traced occipital caves

to sternum’s riverbed;
penetrated your depths
to blood and breath and lymph.

but hands awaken as projectors:
light without and light within.
heart and hearth, heaven and earth, wish and witness.