Eros the incredibly inconvenient,
Eros the sweet and bitter,
Not in subsequent moments
but all in one.

The dreamer rides
against the woman of action
in me, in the quiet moments and as the evidence
of my unfortunate affection
leaves a physical imprint on this world.

I always had trouble mixing my storges and philias
in with my eros. 
There are some lines that we are told not to cross.
And ultimately, what’s more appealing than 
to take a bite of that forbidden fruit?
Feel the juice drip down and stain your shirt.