Something so familiar lies beneath the smokeless fire.
It burns stealthily and slow, under wraps for now.
Its essence is sentient in female form.
And it resembles the creature I used to be.
Now, I know. It’s time to let the ember catch fire.
I feel ready to cross the threshold now.
It’s time to re-emerge as that woman:
sultry, sensuous, and deeply expressive
in the most corporeal way.