One and Done

Nothing is ever as good as the first time

I wonder why that is

I mean, it makes a certain sense

The newness of it all

The sensations that combine in a completely distinct way

 

But why is that good?

What is it about newness that adds to goodness?

Perhaps our bodies aren’t super excited about new things

Which means, of course, that they are

New things that we experience

Are new things that could kill us

That moment of anticipation

Before it happens

That brief, fleeting, sense of hope and fear

 

It makes are heart beat faster

Our hands sweat easier

Our breath come quicker

 

And then it happens

And it is good

And we are still alive

 

And then it’s over