Cupid treads lightly
blending in among people.

No cherub cheeks and angel wings
for this god.

His slender build and youthful swagger,
emanate confidence.

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.

Couples rendezvous,
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.

4 thoughts on “Cupid

  1. Meghan says:

    Oh, what a story!! Loved the image of Cupid strolling through a variety of people. I enjoyed the alliteration “harried mothers…heavy briefcases”. Most of all I enjoyed your ending, the notion that Cupid isn’t just out in a mischievous manner as is often portrayed, but to make his mother proud! Love it!

  2. cherylfoston says:

    humorously cute! 🙂

  3. mincs1 says:

    This one was just fun to write 🙂

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