Whatever Love it's Love

Published in 'New Asia Writing'

Whatever love it’s love.

It’s a bonfire

An auto-da-fé

Unrequited,

Untamed it burns.

Filial, familiar.

Like an earthquake

It shakes the house

Tears down buildings

Hides in the closet

Or under the bed.

Doors shut.

Regrettable, forgettable

wrinkled bed sheets

bra on the floor.

A soulless creature

left hanging around

in the nightly fear.

It cries to the world

anger and delusions.

Nobody cares.

Whatever love it’s love.

Crammed into your stomach

Cramps

Ache

Spreading like a disease up to your heart.

If wise

It will bore you

To death,

Shut your mouth

Hold your breath.

If passionate

It won’t last

forever

It will turn sour

Yogurt

Creamy cool feeling

Soothing

But deceiving.

Whatever love it’s love.

It takes you by surprise

Be surprised

Take your chances

Give, receive

Dump, be dumped

Lower your expectations

Believe in hallucinations

Rejoice

Cry for the pain

But don’t complain

No shame

Nobody to blame.

You chased it.

It chose you.