god his tender sighs
slowed the rate of my
breathing into a
whirlwind of blissoh his petal soft voice
spun the speed of my
heart rate into a
mess of old drums and beats
i could never make sense ofand when he held me there
just in that moment
just in that second
i could breatheif i could write about that feeling
all of my words would become poetry
a song
all of my words
would become himbut there are no words
for him
only feelingsmaybe i'm weak
maybe i can't write after all.
YOU ARE READING
the forms of all my lovers : poetry
Poesiea collection of my poetry. pictures used mostly paintings by cesar biojo 🌟 thank you for reading!