he lovingly wrapped my ankles in thick twine. i complained when it was too tight, and the knots were loosened. as i reciprocated the action, tears slid off the tip of my nose to the graveled ground, and he gently smoothed them away. i couldn't speak, or my resolve would be broken. the rope next surrounding my shoulders felt like an embrace, a definitive physical representation of our love that could not be held by earthly boundaries. i held the end of the last bit of rope, and he grasped the other end to his chest, spinning slowly in place to wrap it around his torso. we sank to our knees; he was now crying as well, but peacefully, with no hint of fear. finally we lay on our backs, the stars a glinting reminder of our imminent escape to a world of our own creation, free, at last alive.
[edit:this sounds like a romance novel. my bad! blame the wine]
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