What Are We?

Amateur in his primal trade, 
We danced together in a dark embrace, 
He had witnessed the ugliness of failed love, 
And was too afraid to try again.

His skin adorned mine, 
We were bare yet covered by the night, 
I was the drink that quenched his thirst,
I made his fear of women end. 

He was the tinder that lit my internal fire, 
His lovers accused him of being a liar, 
But he held me like I was a precious piece, 
That fit into him to make him whole.

I was the coffee that treated his hungover morning,
With every touch, I could feel something dawning, 
Everyone told him that I was too sensitive,
Yet to me he poured out his soul. 

Is this how I was destined to fall? 
With so much said, yet nothing said at all,
Is love ever this simple? 
Have I done something wrong? 

This new feeling will be my new high, 
Will this budding rose live or die?
 It’s too hard to say, 
But time will answer before long.