Our Brief History

"Our brief history"

Three nights

Alone in your room

Behind locked door

In your mother's quiet home

Our curiosity,

Guiding us through the dark

A session of discovery

Two bodies quivering,

and with each touch

A tiny spark

We awoke on the fourth day

from our deep slumber,

with our limbs twisted and

tangled up in one another

We slowly dragged our bodies

Out into the cold,

where we reluctantly parted

Such misfortune to come to an end

After just getting started.