Our Lost World

Dark. Musky Smell.
Reminds me of
night. That night.
I learned of
you. Your smell
your gentle touch.
A world of
our own. Demolished
too soon. Stolen
but demons. Those
of fear, and
pride. Both fearing
what we had.
Too proud to
share again. So
afraid of being
lost. In each
other. A world
we can't explain.
Fearing, hoping that
we have our
dark night again.
Waiting,only to
find a world
of our own.