The Best Poem by moon batchelder

given the past
and the last time i lusted
for touch
it is clear to me now
that only his soul
could have total control
and that such was the trust
love allows
to daring adventurers
careless of consequences
who so boldly will go
to that place in the mirror
reflecting the nuance
of passion
that few ever know.


given my heart
with its artful intentions it
seems not
a lie to contend
that once love's fulfilled
to its logical limit, it's stilled
without need to
pretend
that it's anxious for more
no exploring of circumstances
a profound sense
of rest
descends on the mind, nor
a robbery seems. why take chances
when you've had
the best.