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.
Trifecta Writing Challenge-- to see the other responses to the prompt "infect": …