What Words May Come

What words may come
When they are indadequate to pour out the love from an aching vessel?

What words may come
When tears overflow from deepest caverns warmed by blood traversing?

What words may come
When the paradox of joyous dolor finds me paralyzed in ecstasy?

The answer lies simply upon my cheeks:
That my words are made of tears.

In a kiss

Upon desirous lips you planted  
A kiss worth one thousand words.
Thus transpired a silent exchange of life and dreams of great consequence;       
You bestowed unto me the story of your heart.                  

It was then that, alone in a single kiss, we travelled, we experienced, we lived.