sometimes i feel like a child, still mapping out emotions and feelings: desire, love, wanting, loss.
i thought i fell in love
perhaps i did
a child’s view of love
i then thought it was lust
and fell in love again
i then dismissed it as infatuation
now i wake up longing warmth,
a body to lie against and breathe in
i long to just be,
to plumb the depth of feeling and have it end.
