First Night

Tonight was Rorschachs writ in blood,
Was answers cut in stone.
Tonight was anger shaped from mud,
Agues in blanched bone.

Tonight was languor in black sheets,
Was aching, surging flood,
Tonight was broken heart-pulse beats,
Tears mixed with acid suds.

Tonight was reaffirming trust,
Related-back retreat,
Where past experiments in lust
Were justified in heat.