After Love

"e;I took the cup of coffee from you, deliberately brushing against your fingers, longing for your electricity to flow into me and awaken me. Before I could pull my hands away, you held them within yours. You kissed them with a lingering kiss, and when you returned them to me, they were no longer just hands palms with five fingers but strings on a lute, five chords playing the melody of love without cease. We did not utter a single word along the road. Both of us silent, we listened to the voice of the 'Star of the East' warning us of the consequences that awaited our reckless clinging to one another warnings we never truly heeded. You and I were never made to take heed of the words of anyone who neither knew us nor the details of our story. We were only waiting to learn futilely from the holes of our own torn pouch."e;