Exit Wound

Here, an arrow would be a bullet
With Cupid behind it grinning and aiming
I assume if I got shot,
My wound would wear a big grin
I imagine the way in would smile one way,
The way out, another
A smile that reminds
How butterflies fluttered
To the sound of your voice,
The feel of your touch
To the glow in your eyes
A knowing smile that serves as a lens
Into emotions that gushed like blood
The rush of lust and calm of love
A smile that reminds, wounds heal

Hybrid