When Eros Shoots His Arrows Into Our Fragile Human Hearts

Prose Poetry

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You’ve felt it, haven’t you? It’s as swift as a sword drawn out in battle — that sharp snick of a moment, target met, a gaze locked to a gaze, breath coming fast.

“Oh. It’s you.”

Maybe you don’t say a word that first day. Maybe you won’t even have a conversation for weeks. Maybe you avoid that…