What if an enormous naked woman of body and soul Came bounding towards you, Unafraid, Unashamed, Her full, round, soft, shaking self Unencumbered By notions of decorum, judgement, or carnal qualms? A woman unbound and out to give and love, Deaf to shouts and whispers, the sharp click of a critical eye Who has it her way by giving away everything that she is to all Because she knows and trusts that she will continue to grow So there will always be Enough. Rounding on the stitches and threads that would bind her, line her, measure and Sign her off as a nut case, a walrus, someone who won't stoop to believing That she is worth less because she refuses to stop expanding her boarders, Exploring the thunderous spaces between souls.