My First and Only

Who was on first, first? Who cares?

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Our first date wasn’t her first date

although it had been mine.

The same was true when we first kissed—

a plan of her design.

Sometimes I wonder, when we tryst,

what other firsts of hers I’ve missed:

How many others know the gist

of learning love with her assist?

Am I just one small bit of grist

of hearts and limbs that she’ll entwist?

When she’s with others, am I dissed?

How many more will she enlist?

What myriads may yet be blissed

because they’re on her bucket list?

So many torments yet persist.

Encroaching always, they insist

that I must ask. I must desist!

Perhaps I’m just a hedonist

with nightmares that can’t be dismissed.

And yet, I find I can’t resist

my only Valentine.

By Ken Gosse

From: United States

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