“Poetry is jealous of you tonight,
for as soon as I come
to pen a few words,
your perfume attacks me
in the most civilised manner
and I forget myself.
I forget the poem.
I forget the …”

Kamand Kojouri

“My love,
you are driving the entire world mad.
The nightingales are committing suicide
one by one out of jealousy of your voice.
The roses took one glance at your beauty
and folded themselves from shame.
The trees now only whisper your name
and the sky hasn’t stopped crying since you looked up.
Have pity on us, my love.
We have already broken all the mirrors and glass
out of fear that you will forget us
and fall in love with yourself
once you see what we all
cannot stop seeing.”

Kamand Kojouri

“Is it odd, my love,
that I envy others
who have not met you
for the intoxication they have
yet to experience?
Is it odd that I wish to
witness you with new eyes
so I may have the pleasure of
falling for you all over again?
I am grateful, so grateful,
for knowing the meaning
of your various sighs. For
being the cause of your
ecstatic cries. But,
if only for a moment,
I wish to let you fall out of my hands
so that I may catch you again.
You,
my love,
are the oddity.
You
are my exception.”

Kamand Kojouri