LONGING

“The way a love letter longs to be read
I long for you.
The way the poor Kane longs for his sled
I long for you.

The way the moon longs for the dark of night
I long for you.
The way a nestling bird longs for flight
I long for you.

I am blessed
and I am cursed.
I have waited for so long.
I need you to come to me.
And remind me
of who I was once.”

Kamand Kojouri

TO SEE YOU

“To see you is to forget my name.
To forget this tight collar
and that delayed train.
To forget the conflict with the landlady
and the worry that my students won’t like me.
These trifles lose themselves
in the valleys of your brows
and the seas of your hair.

To see you is to forget my name.
To forget if it matters what I do
and whether what I do matters.
To forget who I think I am
and who I think I ought to become.
To forget every past moment
and unremember
every moment to come.

To see you is to forget my name.
To forget myself
and forget the world.
These trivialities drown themselves
in the dark eyes that stare back at me.
Because to see you is to see
you.
Only you.”

Kamand Kojouri

“I will look for you in every lifetime and love you there.”

Kamand Kojouri

THE GIFT

“How hard it was for me
to find you the perfect gift.
I had looked everywhere
and considered every idea
until I had an epiphany
and felt as wise as the magi.
For my gift would be simple.
For my gift would be honest.
How hard it was for me
to wrap myself neatly
and feign sobriety.
Yet,
how easy it was for you
to pull the ribbon and uncover me.
Exposing my fears.
Exposing my desires.
How hard it was for me
to gift myself to you.
Yet,
how easy it was for you
to make me undone.”

Kamand Kojouri

WHEN WE ARE IN LOVE

“How absurd is it
that when we are in love,
we divide the world into two.
One that holds our lover
and the other that holds
everyone else.
What is even more absurd
is that we live in that second world
and every day, we pass by strangers
who remind us of our lover:
how they are like them
and how they are not.”

Kamand Kojouri

“Last night, I repeated your name like a mantra before falling asleep. Somehow the simple pleasure of uttering your name, and the added pleasure of hearing your name was heaven for me and I didn’t go to bed until dawn. Isn’t it odd how your name, a single word associated with you, can bring another person such joy that they inflict insomnia upon themselves and call it a blessing?”

Kamand Kojouri

FIVE WORDS

“These five words you utter
make the sun rise again:
“I’m going to come home.”
How is it possible
for one person
to be the sole reason for my existence?
When I hear you say these golden words,
the warmth spreads from my stomach
until it reaches my pulsating fingertips.
How is it possible
for one person
to be the sole reason for my ecstasy?
These five words your utter
are even more precious
when I’m holding you tight
and you whisper only four of them.
Because then,
I’m really home.”

Kamand Kojouri