Lips

Not far from the lips
Either words or kisses
An elegy, a comedy, a praise
The virtue of the mouth
Is to depict a joyful fate
Or differently, to bail it out from paradise

A sacred vow
Or an outrageous heretic speech
Depends on one´s tongue
The unbearable desire to mockingly put somebody down
Or the craving for dawning it on a colorful sunrise

A statement is on the verge
Dust is away because the pure air is an attempt
Either deep or shallow breathing
It´s when the word is at stake
Drawing a breath,
Fulfilling or shrinking the lungs
One might be drawing a line
Between a word which might be good or bad
The truth, a lie or a true lie

There is no fine for such crime
When a blemish is whispered
But, believe me, there is no exquisite reward
Better than the beautiful word
Herein one´s voice
Talking with love
Even in a silent claim

Guilherme Ferreira