The thousand words for love
tumbling in jumbles fall
softly piling on slipping fromÂ
lips ever kissing as whispers
murmured secrets sliding
by floating on in streams
semi-conscious hummingÂ
your name without saying
its beaming daydreaming
clamoring enamored hand
over handed up offered up
no stopping no sticking but
saying and staying and playing
and maying I tipping my hat I
topping up tripping delightly
tossing roses at toeses
asking a question of whoseÂ
eyes listen & glisten at risking
and risking again for the sake
of cheeks and eyelashes and
freckles and passes with the
thousand words for love.
