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[chicoguapo]

i want no punctuation because i do not want this to end
the sleepless early mornings
late night drinks
my pencil scrapes across the grainy paper secretly so that you stay asleep and can not wake up to leave me
the frustrating words trudge across the page and i refuse to punctuate
the endless immobilizing blue sky
your eyes when i left
that subtle nod of your head
i trip through the door frame you shiver in your sleep
i slip on melting ice
i know this because i am not with you
are not here to be kept warm by my lips and my hands hold you close and we breathe together and we sweat together and our bodies do not punctuate no commas no periods no apostrophes not even parentheses to hold things together
just one flowing obscurity that falls apart because i want no punctuation
no beginning or end just warmth and your love not even those words your words just your love and my love shifting wildly through the
crisp notions of a molecule
that is air
that seems punctuated but is not for that is you and this is me and the floorboards creak the same the bedsprings squeak for we not the punctuated solitary you or me
but why does it take so many words to say this and all they do is add confusions and questions
for what is it and who are they and these are just more words
but what you must know
really
is the ill timed possibility of we that i see when you walk past me and i see a wrinkle on the back of your black collared shirt