I let Love have Her way with me, make Herself in me. Within Her entry, I became soft and fleshy, dewy with saltwater from sudden bursts of sensation. My form was uncontained and endless: one moment a stream, the next a tree – whatever the Moment spoke, I became. I was lapping and hungry, fearful and brave, feeding and full; dusk tossing pebbles at daybreak’s window; recognizing everything and forgetting it just as quickly. I was Many things, and No thing, and All things. I was easy and wet, willing and able, misunderstood and unbroken.