Too Young Then...

We were too young then...
Each caught in our own web,
awash in passion,
too busy slaking thirst, staking  
out claims and boundaries.
 
We were too young then,
rawness too urgent to ignore,
experience limited to skin and bones.
We were too young to give each other's thrall
the light of day; it only played in deepest night.
 
We were too young then,
our hearts pinned on our sleeves.
A smile, a laugh, and then the sting
and hurt, dried yellowed leaves carelessly
spread and trampled underneath our feet.
 
And when we were no longer young
we shattered all illusion that we fit
together... Carelessly spilt
our blood, with juices mix't
in honor of our troth.
 
What will we do when we be old?
Will we untwine what took so long  
to weave? What then?
Will we part ways and fold  
our hands, our tale thence told?