The love that traveled my bones kept me at a distance,
I wanted the serenity of being with and apart, together but not.
Now, I crave the closeness.
Grasping at each other in the darkness,
Wanting nothing more than to never let go.
My stomach twists at the idea of it: having someone,
or maybe not having them.
Is this new feeling a different form of love?
Some metamorphosis my body went through, and failed to notify me of?
Or is it lust,
Newly awakened, a fire coasting along the pulses of my blood?
Either one is fine with me.