She loves to kiss me
Where a twosome grew
hookup long as star-crossed lovers,
And an azoic knot tenacious finds love spare.

She loves to hug me
Where they lapidated MUJNU,
obscured his memories, standing upright by
savagely rousing people in some remote corners

She loves to talk to me
Like the moon whispering
in the night,
Where talks unheard are heard
to sweep away all ghastly throes
inflicted on.

She loves to take me
Where pest flows every day
from the heart beating sick
with obloquy,
Where there is nothing
but the trifling of pettiness.