Love’s arrow pierces,
not always in the romantic sense,

but always square in the heart,
injecting sweet venom that,

if we are lucky, fills our veins,
infecting us with so much

affection for this one and that one
and that one, our dearest who

split us open, spilling oodles of
tender love crumbs, like

the ones pouring from me now
for you and you and you,

beloveds with equally adoring
hearts who send it right back,

one continuous comet of love
trailing across the universe,

circling through our bloodstreams
now and always,

amene.