CHERUB SPIKE

cupidity is a dizzy thorn smoldering in the pith your heart
where happiness is frail and mighty and all joy a thing so vast
you can hardly keep up with how happy, but can’t stop now,
so kisses rain down from simple days lounging on couches
with adorable dimples the shape of your afternoon lovemaking
and all is the kingdom of  vulnerability 
wrapped in the impossible
happening
NOW,