Borne up by the body

Words and what we make of them
           what we make with them
the neverending
           riverrun of words
that advance in leaps and bounds
           or that sing birdsong or the praises
of a rose its thorns set aside
           or of your beauty under the rise
and fall of the sun
           your daily body and thoughts
as you move about your business
           as you are seen here and there
and as you are loved here
           in the presence of my heart

The token of words spoken
           palatable words that make
of the mouth a shrine
           the tongue never still
in its devotion
           words caught in the light
of your eyes
           and on your live lips

John Lyons