ANONYMOUS

I’ve been on a hunt.

I’ve been searching for my name.

It’s not on my door

I’ve looked:

Only a number to be found there.

Perhaps it’s hiding underneath

That marble-veined slab of rock,

But I’ll never know,

I can’t lift a marble-veined

Slab of rock on my own.

I won’t say goodbye,

I’ll just walk outside as usual–

A little chilly, but fresh air.

“Goodbye!”

“Goodbye!”

Let’s shake on it.

My name wasn’t there.

What’s that on your lips?

Oh my, it’s everything,

I can see everything

When I look at your lips.

There, that’s a grain of sand.

Is that the complete Shakespeare

On your lips?

Yes, it is, right there, next to
A wrinkle left by your pillow case.

The Taj Mahal is on your lips.

I didn’t know you had seen

That particular sunset,

You carry the memory of it on your lips.

The Star Spangled Banner et La

Marseillaise sont sur tes lèvres, 

But my name- 
I can't find my name on your lips.

Along the border of vermilion  

And gathered at the cupid’s bow

Are epic myths and all your poems

Even a spot for me to leave

A verse and kiss upon,

But how to get the same in return?

No such is generated for someone

Without a name.

And what’s in a name but proof

That once we labored upon this earth

And took from it,

But also gave back if we were fortunate to know

Flesh to flesh we loved,

How well we loved!

I will continue hunting for my name.

This time, a search more thorough

Of your lips.

Perhaps it hides beneath

Your poems of unrequited love,

Although in truth, those are few.

Perhaps during a moment of secret

Anguish, your sigh displaced it, my name,

To an unexplored region

Of your enticing, endearing,                                                    

             they are so very delicious…