"Bruises of Love"

Covered in the thread of dark colored clothes, 

I could see a smile on her face! 

Her make-up was minimal, 

Hairstyle on point!

A not so common shade of nude lipstick, 

Complimented black Kohl in her eyes!

...

A galaxy of intellectuals have gathered to mark her existence, 

And just like others even I was stunned looking at her innocent face! 

I don't know what was written in her faith, 

But it would have been certainly better if I wasn't there at that place.

...

Yes, Yes, I'm aware, 

I've compared certainty with faith here, 

but there are things that outlaws the idea of right doing or wrong doing and all we have is that particular state! 

This was one of those peculiar moments; 

It's not like this was my "first-time"

But with her, yes it was! 

She pointed at me and winked, 

and signalled me to follow her. 

I hesitated for a while and 

I don't even remember how many times I had thought of leaving that place, 

But, feelings of: 

Ecstasy, 

Excitement,

Aggression 

And an urge to mark the entire entity as mine ! 

Took me over. 

What followed next was purely a magical ride and I was an inseparable part of this trade! 

...

She was a seller of her flesh and how could I stay behind?

I turned out to be her premium customer and didn't even have a count for how many nights! 

...

Everything was totally fine, before this day:

She bargained for me with her seller and settled for a lower share of her own faith! 

It hit me hard and it really did! 

And there I stood, a kind-hearted monster 

strongly observing her obnoxious faith!

...

I have always loved the way she could be wanton and sensual one minute, then bashful and demure the next! 

Making love, opening chains, just like always she once again says: 

"Now, I'm safe!"

Just like always, what followed next have been the same!

...

So the ritual was to talk while dressing up because it's only "me" who needs to do the dressing up.

She just lies there, free from chains!

You see, I make sure I'm her last of the day before she goes back home. I know there's something for her that keeps it all this way! While she talks, I imagine things to be normal, I'm just talking to someone I like while I get ready to get more work done. She says she's fallen in love. I laugh, I'm listening. (Totally listening!) 

She falls in love very often, you see, just not with me but parts of me; sides of me! If she were a normal girl, she'd be my other half of friends-with-benefits. "20:1". Yes, that would've been the exact ratio!

(Amidst all the thoughts in my mind, I'm glad,  at least after finding all this my little brain's working fine!)

...

And she noticed me, looking in the mirror.

She remarked: You've a lean, moderate build body!

She further elaborates, "He's not very muscular."

-You have a jawline, dark brown eyes!

She says, "He has eyes darker than the night."

-You are never in a hurry and dressed so casually! 

(I visit her after taking care of everything at home so I'm now wearing my casual clothes.) 

She says, "He's always so dressed up, but he's always in so much hurry, just shooting off after he's done."

...

Now that I'm dressed, I sit on the edge of this bed that's hardly holding itself up. She's sitting up now, gearing up to chat. She's telling me that this "one" will last. "We" will last! And I'm thinking about all others. "All the Clients". The way she always complains about them, they just seem like the same core with changed appearances. 

There's a bruise on her thigh, below her neck, a very light one around her eye. Her knuckles are bruised, if I look closely in this dim light. 

She's telling me about the love I've planted on her neck. She says she's gonna cherish it until the next time I'll visit. You see, she has learnt to differentiate between bruises. The one's while fighting with her husband are the "Bruises of Hatred" but the one's I gave her are the "Bruises of Love". And the one's that are less passionate ones, are the "Bruises of Profession". I forgot to tell you: She firmly considers herself to be an "entrepreneur" and her seller the "capitalist"! I laugh some more about this new love she has picked up and walk out. 

On my drive back I'm thinking, that she lives in a make-believe world. She can't choose her battles but she's choosing her bruises; marking them as love. Haha, who am I kidding? Do I too, not live in a make-believe world? I sit back to talk to her nicely, I make sure she doesn't get a stressful client just before she has to get home. Why do I do it, if not just because I feel bad for her and for what I'm doing. I'm just carefully draping a layer of kindness over my monstrosity.

A kind-hearted monster 

strongly observing her obnoxious faith!

A state of ecstasy, 

Excitement 

Aggression 

And an urge to mark the entire entity as mine ! 

What followed next was purely a magical ride and I was an inseparable part of this trade! 

- cravenly_काफ़िर & blood_on_my_typewriter.✍️✌️

(Special thanks to her for the valuable contribution!)