I never answered his question. My lips spoke silently to his. We kissed with nothing more between us. No blindfold. No ghosts. Finally, I could see him for who he truly was. Our passion divested of fears, doubts, and distance. In the privacy of that clearing, with the waterfall gurgling as a soundtrack, while the sun bathed us in its healing warmth, we found each other. Time became an accomplice rather than an obstacle and for once we needn't worry. We might, just might have ripped through the barriers of life and death. It was no longer a matter of him holding me prisoner. My hand moved away from his and found the sharp angle of his jaw. My fingers spread to find his cheekbone, his ear, his neck, and continued on into the mystery of his black hair. My knees gave in surrender and I shifted
