Tuesday, December 29, 2009

A Parenthetical Romance

In the dusty lights we
enjamb our way through
opening lines, coax our
way through commas, clumsily
obey semi-colons stops to
wet our parched tongues; your
eyes peer parentheses at me,
and we place the period at
the end of this sweaty
love poem, erasing
the dangling dash that
kept us pausing for

Arriving at the final line, we
utter the printed words of
romance, then live between
the lines.

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