There is a part of me
That will always look for you
In between lines of poetry books
Rapid Blinks of commas,,,,,,, and a beating'
   heart of apostrophes'
You will be my diaphragm expanding opening quotation marks"
Filling my lungs with all that you are. Questions? of us, exclamations! of desire, invaders slashing/ to break our sentences up.
So we are no longer one, just two seperate paragraphs


However, but, moreover
Itching to close together, unspoken words
Conjunctions bringing us further, but closer  and the odd semicolon; separating us once more  
Never the closing contracting final remark"
We have no full stop. no ending
We're simply waiting waiting for our next breath, an ellipses...... In motion
And so i stand here, looking out into the world, waiting for the next time you fill my lungs, oxygenated words of love carrying them selves into every blood vessel.
Just one more eternal breath
One more beating heart
One more exclamation of  allure!
And so i continue to look for you
In between every line of poetry and punctuation I see
Forever
and
always