Our tongues curled up together for 11 months. We became sinuous in one another, our arms long and growing to stretch out only. We became time, fleeting and flexible. We became lust, carnal and nodding the ways and waves of our bodies against each other. We became sick, with apprehension and the transformative power of love and gracefulness. We became sad and happy, all at once. We became until we got tired and then became some more and, when you’ve had that, it won’t go away. We’ll become until we die and then become some more.