Did I Make You To Make More Of Myself? Poem by Chuy Amante

A letter to Llera:
Fly so high
the Li-li bug of my eye

Love and I wanted more love and bliss
so we kissed and kissed and shared completely
and grew up and out and popped and out came
blood and waters and piss
and your
being in meat
a little miss

Feeling obligated
to create
the perfect future
we inculcated all that
was right.
An investment into the future
of this world of pain and comfort

Your time ran out
before we expected
then,
resurrected from flesh to God
flying, like an angel you projected
outward, expanding again
a fresh start full of heart
doing what we do
over and over
you are perfect love

tonight when i sleep love
all of us will vanish
tomorrow i'll resurrect
you all again
or just be still
no thought, no creation

being all