A Very Social Love Poem by Harsh Bhardwaj

Every night he comes back home
drunk, or pretending to be,
slaps his wife,
rapes her.
And then moves to bed.

The next morning,
after waking up,
he kisses her on the forehead,
and then
he gets a bath along with her.
Touches her the most genuine touch
at most delicate points.
Touches her cheeks,
the vicious marks on them,
deliberately.
Comes out and dresses'
for office.
He kisses her while going out
He goes to
come back.