Words Poem by Marco Antonio Solano

may the words drip from your lips like honey
to be licked from the corners of your mouth
let their sweet taste seduce and propel me
above clouds and through ephemeral skies

but those words silently shared with just looks
let those ravish me and set my soul free
sailing by your sighs beyond the rainbow
our verse carved on passion's immortal tree

words that bind our yearnings are not spoken
for vows etched in fire cannot be broken
permit it not for your lips your feelings to deny
with words that your keen stare concedes as lies

beloved, let your lashes beckon me
and in the still of the night - die lost in your eyes