the forms of all my lovers : poetry

venus in libra

his gentle whispers
flood my heart
with false hope
and his voice carries
the airwaves to my lungs
that are breathing
out of time
i wonder if he kissed me
would i cry
or would i die
i wonder if he gives a shit
but then i don't care
if he does or doesn't
because it's like i told him
i've never known
a man so beautiful.
and although it's perfect
i'm not talking about
his body
i keep reminding him,
no it's your soul i'm tied to,
your body only magnetising me
to you however
i'm not so sure
of it's worth
because you could so much as breathe
and i'd find myself falling
all over again babe
and not in the sweet way