Three Word Wednesday:
Things Aren't Always What They Seem
So entwined they resembled some mutant crab, the two young men scuttled across the mat, each doing his part to create the vision of wrestling, and not allow anyone to grasp the slight physical nuances that made it the lover’s tryst it had become over the years. Touching, grunting, hands sliding over each other in a sweeping caress, bodies pressed together..... if anyone ever caught on, they would have to forfeit all that they knew of life as it was. Instead, they took turns winning matches against the other, maintaining a rivalry, while whispering code phrases of devotion under harsh exhalations of breath whenever they were locked face to face in the duel. Homeward with friends, each back with their respective fans who cat-called cheers and jeers out of car windows to the opposing team, the quiet bubble they sat in was put down to a loss or exhaustion--never to the rending of heart created when you leave your loved one.