And I dare not say your name

I have it engraved in my mind

a secret code

of what poets make of love,

the anointment

sacred

I wear on my forehead,

the melodious hymn

I chant in my solitude,

a reminiscence of perfume

gaiety

of the luminous colors of exaltation;

I dare not say your name,

but in my eyes

I bear its reflection

and I fear one day you find it

and ask for answers

whose key is amiss

and claim your name,

for it is yours

and leave me behind

destitute

lost

entangled in this existence

estranged

without your name.