Becoming

When I think, I think of myself in all shapes an sizes, for I am full of nothing but myself, for I am my experience of the world. And when I'm in love, I am overwelmed with another that suddenly occupies all of me and becomes more important than myself. There is blood, and it is mine, and from another, rushing in my heart. So my body no longer is a cage, but it becomes the path. Love is a becoming.