1. Move/two

[deletedilute]

To the boy that relives short stories late into the night , I write


in deep cuts

on
cheap fluorescent lights :
i love you i love you i love you
(18, Universally expected, the)


without permutation,
an obsession with skin
mines that mind of mine-

Where’s that pronoun, I
can never sing you poems without thinking about the poets
small hands, and the rain


And how can you italicize what’s in my mind
stark voices, pulsing shame caged in ebony ribs
I can’t bring myself to punctuate

your sentences
not since i heard
the vulgarity of the wind

a possibility of rouletting my bent knees
that Shakepeare’s Suns did not kiss before it burned

my fortress of fortitude
prisoned as a question mark
imperative urine on the floor

and the layers of your protein warmly nests in my mind
transparent,
infinitely

Can
I
dress
in white
or

[Delta40]

Sometimes I think the focus is so much on poetic language that all meaning is lost and I think what a shame given the work.

Although I may not always grasp the full meaning some poems capture the reader and that's when the poet has done their job. You have done yours here. Some lines are capable of being interpreted in multiple ways. Emotive ways. It's a good point in your favour.