Love is the farewell of Silence
seconds before turning to Sound.
We, the ephemeral hunters,
listening for her to be found.

Captured, she begs to infect:
A trophy of triumph, contagious.
We, the hapless victims,
quarantine ourselves, courageous.

But boundaries disturb sweet abandon,
and demolish her gentle way.
Cornered, Love becomes hunter,
and we her willing prey.

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