Subactual

My love language is language…with honest earnest intent.
Feedback, for me, is crucial to knowing where I am meant.

I know myself pretty well; where I am I can decide.
But, solid ground is not much fun with no one by your side.

I plant my flags beside my tracks to follow, if you can.
Do you have flags, can you keep up & slow down as my man?

Language is a faceted thing like diamonds in the rough.
Yes, the gem is there to take; but digging for it is tough.

Echoed clues in cavernous verse mislead you where to go.
So, close your eyes & hear true words from stories we both know.

For poems are subactual & superfluous things.
Calling hearts, souls & minds to act…but only ones that sing.