Ode to myself (Fingers and Feast part 2)

... And I breathe.
Air fueling the fire in my soft belly
Rising from the floor
my empty carcass back to life
Back to where I came from
Back to the beautiful green loud spanish sanctum
With love
With laughter
Spice too hot for your palate
I am a refined taste
Thick and curvy
Jiggle like flan
Only savored by the most dignified
I am mesmerized by my own light
When I shake your weight and words off me
I rise and I glide
Lighter than air
Again I breathe grasping the breeze
Those empty spaces between my fingertips never felt more full
than the day I let you leave.