“If not cities, what would Eros build?”

If not cities, what would 
Eros build?
Perhaps what he already builds
quite often,
like a dark galaxy of water
cupped in the hand,
a shared draught of love,
that even now is without dominance
in its expanding empire,
knit of satisfaction and ease,
past the empyrean of the known
and like a curious summer rain
enjoys these local moments
without ambition or coincidence.