Reassurance

When the spoils of night's passing
impart love's merciless fire,
when eyes veer beyond the vow of trust, 
heighten spirits, lust invoked through 
a wine glass kill and deaden senses,
when flies have lit upon forbidden fruit
all righteousness falls, stale and addled
temptation, discard motive,
folly to melancholy-
the descent to sin,
how warming the pleasure of another's touch,
for we must sometimes make love to another
to prove to ourselves we're still in love
with only one.

- John Hardesty