Verbatim (critiques greatly encouraged)

Let me be obvious on paper:

may I display myself across these
seas of white? could I spread myself
out, thick like syrup? I cannot
imagine being truthful toward you in
another way; could you write
me, darling? write me out like
old English prose
turn my legs into letters, my
fingertips into punctuation marks?
I would prefer it this way
my body into poetry,

here:
here I am a question
here an answer
here a statement,
as a book, as a sonnet,
a novel, a note,

let me rephrase myself,
gently lift my arms for two
careful parenthesis
pushing away dust and sun,

careful, clutch my spine when
you hold me, my pages
might fall out.