They say the Passiflora caerulea structurally depicts Christ’s Passion. The ten greenish cream petals denote the faithful disciples; the feathery blue and white filaments form a corona that deepens to purple in the center where stands the pistil, three purple stigma like the horrid nails that pierced Christ’s hands and feet, encircled by five yellow stamen, the Savior’s wounds. A fair assessment for the brooding sixteenth-century monks, fixated on sacrifice, who named it. But I think this rarity of floral design looks exactly like a target, the pistil the arrow with fancy fletching perfectly piercing the bull’s eye. And thus, Cupid takes inerrant aim, lets fly the dart, and all around explodes sweet passion.