“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
“The clothes of time are wet
because he foolishly stopped
to witness your beauty
in the rain.”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
“I have lifted my veil
and I’m baring my soul to you.
Don’t you see my heart crying?
How did you become so cruel?
Did someone hurt you, too?”Kamand Kojouri
“I do not write about love
as if I have invented it.
I write about love
because thoughts of you
inspire self-forgetfulness.
And because writing about you
gives birth to a star.
These stars sit inside me
where there was once
darkness.”Kamand Kojouri
“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
“Fall in love with me
and I will immortalise you in my poetry.
Fall in love with me
and I will worship each of your lashes like Divinity.
Fall in love with me
and I will take you to the peak of explosive rapture daily.
If you haven’t already,
I dare you to fall in love with me.”Kamand Kojouri
“You have brought me back to myself.”
Kamand Kojouri
“I awaken by the heat
emanating from your body.
I wash the grapes
and eat the bad ones
so you don’t taste
their bitterness.
You place the bowl
on your stomach
and the cold
makes you squeal.
I smile.
You simper.
That is enough for me.I come home
and eat my meal
in silence.
I avoid you.
Your hand takes the dish
I just placed in the sink
and washes it.
I rest my head
on the wooden table.
The dish is placed to dry.
There are no footsteps.
Then
a mouth kisses the nape
of my neck.
My head sinks deep into the wood
and my obstinacy drowns.
That is enough for me.I write because
of you,
about you and
for you.
I will not perish
when you leave
for your existence
is enough for me.”Kamand Kojouri
“Your skin is a thousand stars
being born at once.
I want to drown in your light.Pour.
Pour the light of your body on me.Your hair is the night’s skirt
whose folds hide a thousand moons.
I want to drown in your night.Pour.
Pour the night of your body on me.Your eyes have orphaned me from certainty:
Oh, the freedom of knowing nothing!
I only understand this moment
that contains all of eternity.This moment
that you are here
and I am here
and we make a world.
This moment
is all we need to know.
You and I
were always made
for this moment.Let life have us.
And pour.
Pour the life of your body on me.”Kamand Kojouri
