I love how thoroughly unpredictable this is. The opening line is immediately captivating. I felt the need to analyze every line and I'm still trying to determine exactly what you're talking about. Even without knowing, it's a really interesting use of language. It's uncanny in the best way.

there's a lot going on here. from the black space to the black of night to melanin to lights turned off to absence. this certainly feels like you have a lot to say, but you were a bit vague and touched only on the surface of everything. i'd like it if everything had another two or three lines to hit harder, but perhaps this is something direct towards someone that doesn't need the additional explanations. 

i'd scrap one of the suns. likely the first, as the second is stronger.

to and from the space between us emerges, something

that only allows me to write love poems

knowing that this skin needs words too,

and before the suns can settle and rest 

you wrote about love before blackness.

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You wrote about love and good sex before

blackness.

And the white girl you fell in love with,

before blackness.

And the sun sleeps and you’ve found yourself

with paper and secrets,

And you know nothing.

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Untitled Poem About Blackness