The First Time

You were the first to share my bed

and not my bush or car

the first to snooze beside my head

and hold me in your arms.

The first to sit and drink

and talk from six til' two.

I allowed myself to think

"I feel comfortable with you"

The first to yawn at morning light

and refuse to leave my side,

the frosty sun too strong and bright

for your hungover eyes.

The first I felt it might be true

and not the same old trick.

Perhaps it might be me and you

not a ploy pulled by your prick.

Yet in all this time you haven't called, 

the opportunity's been missed.

That makes you tenth, not first at all.

I'll add you to the list.

Author's Note

This is only a second draft so open for tweaks let me know if you see any substitutions that might fit better. Also always open to discuss meaning and interpretations.

Reviews

[Re-Pete]

i pretty much like it as is. it has your raw strength in it (as you usually do). it's got a cynical sarcasm to it while still maintaining honesty. i like the part about the "prick" because it has a double meaning to me - it can be taken literally or figuratively lol. was surprised by the ending because everything started out in bliss with an unexpected twist at the end. his loss as they say. all in all really good.

[Justin]

Very great!!! The presentation was great!!! It tells a great story!!!

[Paul Bell]

Maybe just the last stanza.

Yet in all this time you haven't called,
I've sadly realised
Your prick like you
Just wouldn't do
I'll cross you of my list.

[Alias]

i'll take a look at that, thanks for feedback always helpful!

[WritersBlock]

Great poem. I like the structure, not to lovey-dovey nor too dark/ambiguous. Has a nice ring to it.

[Inject Positivity]

I really liked this. First it takes us with the poet to understand the things that happened before the person making to the list of the poet. Everything was looking good and happy and of course no way near to the previous ones but then with the ending scene it speaks to us that the person turned out the same like the previous ones...

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the story told in the poetry leading to strong ending. Life is experiences and opportunities to learn. First time or last. Just become a new memory. Thank you Alias for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, the literal and figurative meanings of "prick"--

just when we think someone is different...that person ends up hurting us just like the others did.

being used on either side...it sucks!

[222333]

It's terrible when men use women for sex and then abandon them.

[wordman]

lol,he just missed out is all i can say !

[Chris]

Offers a bit to think on... and wander through.