Flux Sake

Is it Vulcan's magic lodestone
Of heady attraction powers
Insisting we not be alone
In the placid midnight hours
When all afflicted lovers meet
To test amour's magnetic spark?
Many think it is just the sheet
Creating static in the dark
But it's not a spark we can see,
At least in the usual way,
Persuading romance to be free
Or possibly even risque
Like the shaft on Cupid's darts
That also sizzle through the night
And lodge inside significant hearts
To raise their owner's Fahrenheit!
Those darts as well range lover's north,
That blithe galvanic paradise,
Where firm incentive beams henceforth
To shatter Saint Valentine's ice
With a compass of desire
Bearing heat we duly admire!