“Cupid’s Day”

Arrows slung

Punctured, stung

Angel archer baby scores

Fools in Love

Feelings from Above

Gifted by The Pyramid’s Eye

Hands were held

Bodies were felt

Energy intermingled

They look into each other’s eyes

Light sparkles and smiles

Run wild across faces lit up

On Mother Earth they celebrate the angel archer baby’s scores that make the world as close as it can be to His Father’s Heaven one special day a year

But have no fear, like an American nineteen-hundred and ninety’s t-shirt brand, they understand, all days here boil down to The Divine Reason we celebrate…

Cupid’s Day