The prayers of your lips

I watch my hands
Full of the prayers
Offered by your lips.
Their burden is high
But sweet,
And there,
In your kisses' prints
I bury my face.

The smell of love
Penetrates deep
Into every room
Of my soul,
Awakening the silence,
And I begin to hear
The wonderful sound
Of the only song
Ever written by God.

The silence unites us
In the embrace of love
As nor words
Neither touches can do.
And I feel you here
Just smelling the kisses
That you left one day
On my palms.