Point

A little mystery, a little spice,
Together they make an intriguing start
To puzzles, and to matters of the heart.
Are love and wonders of a piece? Both nice
Or nasty, both may cut like jagged ice
Into the skin, as both may come apart
Or strike their targets with a lucky dart.
A touch in just the right spot may suffice.

What is sufficient, then? What point will do
To sever feeling from a mystery
Or bring us one moment of ecstasy?
Is there a moment when all dreams come true
Or die? What happened suddenly to you?
What sharp point have I missed, that you can see?