I felt its presence envelop me slowly, entering through pores seeping into thoughts and dreams churning in my belly thumping in my sternum. In the before, I would move away, side-step, run, dance around the edges, feign indifference, anything not to risk feeling devoured by absence. Neither time nor escape nor transformation have quieted the call for a holy surrender. There are too many echoes in the chambers of my mind, too many losses in my life, too much love in my heart, to contemplate, or grieve, or love, alone. Speak to me, please, in your mother tongue so I may know the pleasure of the sound of another, of the sound of you. Engage me, seduce me, with words and tones. Describe other worlds and ways existing alongside this one. Then, show me with your body a new dance of reciprocity.