Polyamory ought not to exist: it is simply unnatural and even revolting.
Poly is a Greek prefix, from the word πολύς, while amor is a Latin root.
So kindly choose: either polyphilia, with Greek morphemes only, or multiamory, with Latin ones only.
And such an ugly mingling, a hybridisation of roots from different stocks, is known in linguistics as a barbarism.
In the finale of the Strugatskys' Roadside Picnic, the Golden Ball is told: "Happiness for everybody, free, and let nobody go away unsatisfied!" I do not promise to offend nobody, but the digest really does come free of charge. So, here is the main business of the
Frederic Leighton. “Daedalus and Icarus”, 1869 Daedalus warns his son not to climb too high: the heat of the sun may melt the wax, but Icarus is already gazing into the distance, and the lamentations of a foolish old man interest him not in the least
