The Lovers

By Ivy

Hands entwined in a modest though meaningful gesture. Palms rested upon the backs of hands. Lips touched in a language constricted to two. Gestures such as these made up the world, put on a shining gold pedestal for all to idealize, and interpret, and deify it as its own philosophy. How strange he felt when he figured that there were very few like him, who, clear and simple, felt repulsed at carnal and venereal contact. How strange she felt when she figured that others did not yearn for the same language as hers. Simple, yet critical indications. Simple, yet critical miscommunications.