Exceptions?

And then there is the 21st century love.

Love that constantly interferes.
Why such late, at night?
Why the dress, so tight?

Love that never pulls you near.
Sex. Smooch. Touch. Oh yes!
No peck on forehead, light.

Love that comes with a lot of fear.
For commitment is a luxury.
For bending is impossible, post fight.

Love that you hate so dear.

-Abhishikta