The Love

      A loving caress of the cheek was instead a soft bubbling stream over pebbles. A sweet embrace was instead powder snow blanketing a mountain top. Intense passion for one another was instead molten rock and ocean water creating screaming steam. The back and forth between the two lovers continued unseen from prying eyes for centuries. The land flooded and oceans ebbed as their love grew for each other. It grew too big for them to contain any longer with simple gestures.
      Water in the cracks of rocks became fingers intertwined with each other. They stepped closer together as they breathed each other in for the first time. No longer having to substitute their want for touch with a mist running over mountains and hills, Wrinvichor and Petrislav ran their hands over each other; familiar with the terrain but feeling each other for the first time.