Like an Old Rope That's Been Cut Off

Love's souls intertwine- they twist together like an old rope that's been cut off

floating in the sea for years

weathered and brittle

salty

collecting seaweed

barnacles

shells

mollusk attached

When they pull our rope out to find the anchor

I hope they can read 

all the signs

showing the intricate

miraculous

gatherings

upon our braided line

I believe in this story

like I have no other

Will you join me?

Let our line form a circle on the dock

resting

coiled neatly

while the other ships sail by?

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016