The Seven Ways of Words

They traded in hands and lips
And legs and hips.
We had but words and eyes
And a thousand smiles.. 

They thought us dead and cold
But we had those words..
Words to build or yield,
Words that glare and bare,
Words of night and might,
Words that hit the crescendo..

Word merchants we aren't
We have nothing and yet..
You keep coming back

For the world today
Sell dust away
But when you come home
You want but words and eyes
And a thousand smiles..