Cupid treads lightly
blending in among people.
No cherub cheeks and angel wings
for this god.
His slender build and youthful swagger,
Warned by Venus not to shoot his love arrows
his pride insists on moderation.
Teens are seen holding hands,
eyeing each other.
Wrapped in flighty arms of youthful desire.
inflamed hearts oblivious to their surroundings.
He smiles knowingly.
He sees harried mothers toting hollering tots,
haggard fathers lugging heavy brief cases.
He scans politicians, preachers,
homeless, and actors.
Cupid continues his search.
Waiting for the perfect specimen to sting
with his magical love bite,
wanting to make
his mother proud.