You cannot tell a person how to love you. You can only decide if you will accept their love.
First, there was Adeh, broad, dark, and bearded. At the beginning of the world, he taught me what love was, and how to accept it. I imprinted on him like a chick on a hen and followed him into a tomb. No matter. The next love brought me out of it.
When the dust fell from my eyelids, I looked my love Komi full in the face. His own eyes were used to sweeping black skies for stars, and so they found me, a tiny light hidden in the darkness under a burial mound. I was wearing the body of a woman he had seen before. I do not remember where I was before her, but she had fallen in the heat, and I was there to take her spirit’s place. It is the only time I have taken without any invitation.