There, in the tail of that comma, in that ethereal silent
pause between whispered words, we are suspended in a universe of our own
making.
I pirouette on your full-stop period and leap onto your curvaceous
parenthesis. I caress its hard sensuous curve and coax it to unleash its
mystery like the night jasmine releasing its fragrant unfinished secret that
trails off into the ellipsis in the midnight sky…
A grand exclamation you are! You there! Yes, you!! Standing
so erect and tall and hard!! So emphatic in your declarations of
love!! Will you halve me on a forward slant? Or bend me backward on
the bracket of your choosing?
Or perhaps push me onto the curve of the question mark? Testing the
limits of my punctuational limberness? Or maybe arch me onto the linear
dash for your fleeting pleasure?
You split our souls in two with your hypen, but I pray the semicolon will
rejoin our halves into blissful wholeness.
Take from me my sacred words and frame them in these quotation marks. I
give them to you freely -- if, and only if, you acknowledge my ownership of
those words.
Must you question my liberation? Can we not split the colon and call it
even?
Please, don’t bring the apostrophe into this! Your contractual mistress
is a thorn in my side. And you know my obsession with the possessive
form!
And the plural possessive " it’s obscene. I will not go there " I cannot
go there - not even for you. Do not ask this of me!
Please, use a #2 pencil and mark your answers clearly on the scantron
sheet. Erase thoroughly any mistakes…