Love's Swansong Poem by Chuy Amante

The melodies so sweet
so overwhelming,
I may be in heat.

The song I sing as I do soar
the ones that come
before I hit floor...

and then the deep,
deep, despair.
knowing it well
cuz you live there

love not real comes and thrills
love the drug, me it fills

impermanently...

me the subject, me the objective,
me the noun and verbs, me and my
heart do suffix, because of your
predicate, subjunctively...

let that emotion die
it is not love
it's called dopamine
and it's more mean
than dope

bury her, bless her and
walk away from her painful
stench reoccurring

the next to go is you
die, let the YOU go,
no you to hurt, no you
to be hurt, no you to
need and want and...

Let LOVE be your recognition
of The Holy Other
the one that matters,
your Holy Brother

golden rule the fool
that crosses your path
pour on the love
let die the wrath