Over exposure

It was you that pulled back the curtain

You who exposed the new born skin,

 the soft sweet cells that were forming 'us'. 

I thought it might be there, a growing web of 'us',
Wrapping soft, happy hooks of same.
 But I didn't dare look, it was too soon.

An 'us' needs time to grow. Keep the curtain closed.

Stay safe little us.

Just a curtain. Til we're certain.

 Then you did it. You said it, 'us'
And I said 'no'.
'Look!' you said. 'Look at at us!'

Too soon, I said.
This is all over exposure,
Us loses and we are over.