Love is like those animorphs we used to play with.
Something is square.
Solidly made up with all four ninety degree angles.
Then it slowly becomes an oval, softer, convex,
begins to concave and turns into something else-
your mind has a hard time grasping shape shifters.
Then it starts to look square again-
and you breathe-
and wonder the next time your animorph shape imagination will shift
things out of perspective
and into fear
again.