Loup Soup (13)

   
   "Loup Soup (13)"
   
   At the coffee shop, glaring into the eyes of each other, knowing only:  AGAPE.
   There was no tension.  No carnal cravings to thrust and mush.  Yet a love of humanity and the only One, True God.  A chance of growing old.  Suffering together as a Holy Family on the Cross, with only confession by way of something greater than faith--knowing.  Knowing that true love, in a higher form does eternally and truly exist, outside of the box of time, which Christ split in half by way of his beautiful birth.
   Nevertheless, Alicia played with her hair.  And Jasper licked his lips--if only out of anticipation for a gregarious gel of agape.
   His wolf was tame and domesticated, following a mentally mad Francis, him having served a year in the gore-smeared Crusades; next, transformed into a holy man, always saluting a priest before an angel, knowing you must eat of the body; plus, drink of the blood--if you want forever.
   Then, Alicia said:  "I think I'd like to take a ride on your motorcycle."
   "To where?"  Jasper asked.
   She didn't answer, but knew:  his heart.