the first night stands alone again,
a crux atop the hill:
the slope curves down, ironic grin,
for us to take our fill.

the first night offers just one chance
to feed, to starve, to prove:
one shot to guess the steps to dance
and coordinate with you.

the first night is a lonely peak
that demands as much as gives:
our hands are clasped, the bed will creak,
as sex takes breath to live.

the first night scolds you long and hard
for giving it away:
you slut, you couldn't leave one shard
of dignity for today.

the first night makes the second go
much quicker than before:
he takes his fill and leaves you, though
he leaves you wanting more.