If you read yourself
inside my poetry
it's because you

were always waiting
to meet yourself there

(some kind of wild orchid
queen, ravaged by nighttime
without anyone knowing your
real name but me

and I keep your name a sacred
unspoken word  tattooed across
the bark of a tree (or maybe it's
etched into a mountain)that grows
somewhere in the perfect lonely
paradise of my
soul)