12/02/2012

Punctuate


There is no Word
at creation.
Love just hums.
What's important
is the punctuation,
heartbeat, rhythm.
The message is a pulse
of longing in the void.
You are the bashful silence
of a comma
half way down a blank
and creamy page,
I am the question mark
at the end or
the beginning?
Breathe.

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