Lovers Judge

Lovers Judge

Words and letters have no treasure that lovers
judge their touch and kiss alone are rich. All
things that lovers take in lover's eyes are rare;
they esteem the articles of civil deeds.

We are not strangers of other time,
of questions posed and put aside;
we gather what we own from other days,
the trial and body of our wish.

I know I have not the weight I wish to carry,
nothing I have now I will have long,
what I got or summoned with a penny play,
what I touched or tasted to my eye.

Large, our work is done and already paid;
we reckoned all our loves on minor lists,
they held our bones but never looked,
they closed the flesh that fell away.

Its not their worth how they are rich,
they are wise who have no words that
lovers judge that every word is rich
that falls and sits silent on lover's lips.