I Never Named

I haven’t named this…
This disarranged scuffle,
This sprouting tuft of predicament.
I haven’t named this perplexity,
This prolonged complexity
Of a feeling so stringent…
I haven’t named this…
This lasting fondness;
The sense of calm sobriety,
A rogue inclination,
My wish for trouble,
I haven’t named this unbefitting audacity…
I don’t remember naming
This urge to feel the prohibited;
An impermissible wish
To taste the forbidden fruition…
I haven’t named
Her unconcerned scribbling, my accidental love,
Her endearing smile, my doting gaze;
The snarling grin from the stars above.
My tabooed tenacity, my gift unclaimed…
The unforgiving sin, I never named.