Less Loving, the World.

The looks exchanged, were sealed with careful anonymity and tucked into the bosom, with a heaving heart.
And people parted, unaware that two hearts beat with sanctity that nudity commanded.

And then clouds merged, into one being with the thunder that scared normalcy enough to make them tuck into their covers and never peep out.
And two naked souls danced their passionate frolic, somewhere in the rains, the world seemed too busy to notice.
Too normal.
Too hateful.
Less loving.

"The choice is your's to be loved,
come away from it empty of but us"



  P. S. I clicked the above picture. And no, I didn't go to Paris.