You may be beautiful,
But what more do you have?
With looks, but no money?
I’ll pay you for your worth.
Some coins for your teeth
Royal with their pearly crowns.
A dozen dollars for your hair
Locks of their own without being captured by keys.
I gave you freedom from your looks
In exchange for a human toy.
Yes, you’re a lovely lady, doll.
Words taking flight
On a trip, traveling up my throat
Flitting across my tongue
And playing at the tip
Where they brush past my lips
And escape.
But what happens
When there are no words?
A different form of communication
Evolves without trying.
Your lips on mine-
The pressure, lingering, intensity
All signs that show me
What you want, need, desire.
A secret code, no-
A secret passed
From one pair of lips to another
A conversation that lasts a lifetime.
This language is our own.