You were just another passerby

But there was something in the gaze,
In the eyes
Or was it the perfume,
The sign,
The presence?

It made me whisper.
My secret name
I whispered in your ear
. . .

You,
The stranger,
Kept walking from me
No looking back
No truing head
No mimic reflections
Or signs of wondering

But the name was strong
And it was burning

It got to you
Like a flame to
The Fresh Flesh
Like a honeybee to
A very
Fertile Rose

The name engraved itself
Deep in the labyrinth
Of your rich
Underconsciousness

Now,
Driven by the unbearable power of the secret name,
You came back

To
Me

Now
The revelation of the underconsciousness is declared

To
You

I can pass
But you can’t be a passerby,
No more

Shervin
April 2007