Ethics of Love

are there ethics of love
you find yourself inquiring
in contemplation
of the peculiar lovecide
another love
was willing
to commit

hadn't you know
'twas there
as a quiet adulteration
outsider love
in wait 
anticipating
the inside one's
bound to happen hesitation
you could have easily mistaken
its alien pulsation
for the innate thrill
that used to trigger
hormonal
emancipation 

but you were lucidly aware
of its patient ambush
the kind that
only
such undisclosed
alpha-wannabe
love
is capable of
while sporting 
this strange melange
of bigoted superiority 
and prudent deference
to the other
rather weary
love

are there ethics of love
you shout 
off your pity
for the writhing dislimbed
love chunks
that will thicken
past defeated loves debris 
while this new one
having won its supremacy
shows it off 
and claims
eternal glory
forgetting 
how seasonal
a love story
has proven
to be

are there ethics of love
keeps troubling 
your sense of dichotomy
as you find yourself 
enacting
some sort of odd trinity
the loser
the winner
and the beholder
of this inherent rivalry

so this is you
stranded within 
your own deficiency 
by the time when 
eventually
you've got saved
by this sweet
epiphany

if there had been ethics of love
we would have missed
its poetry