I am finally starting to feel what my love looks like, or see what my love feels like, (the shape of my love). One time the fog was really thick at sunset. I was looking over a cliff at the ocean, but obviously I couldn't see the ocean. The suns last rays were bouncing and rolling around in the fog, like puppies. Pinks, warm grays, even a bit of lavender, all surrounded me, thick and hazy. And then a little sliver of the moon peered through. That is what my love can feel like. It can also look like one of Georgia O'Keeffe's painted bones - direct and simple - but the more you give it time, the painting opens up and becomes this mandala of all the beautiful and sorrowful things in this world. When I love you, you will know. I can't help but expose myself, like when the ravens pick a seal carcass clean, not one ounce of flesh remaining. That is my love for you.