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I HAVE NO USE FOR THESE OTHER LOVES

November 20, 2016

“I have no use for these other loves.
Seal them shut in jars
and place them in the pantry.
A reserve of love.

Thank them for their love.
They are so kind.
Perhaps store them in the fridge
For others to take.

They say love is a panacea.
I know it is not.
Flakes of snow,
no two are alike.

When I am down on my knees,
hopeless and angry,
for the world no longer makes sense,
I won’t look in the fridge or pantry.

It is your hand pressing on my shoulder
that makes me whole,
makes me forget:
‘What trouble? What world?’”

Kamand Kojouri

IMPRINT

November 20, 2016

“Violinists wear the imprint on their necks with pride
For they are the players of harmony.

Pilgrims, too, wear the imprint on their foreheads with pride
For they are the conductors of unity.

And Lovers? Why, they are made humble by the imprint on their hearts
For they are merely the instruments of rhapsody.”

Kamand Kojouri

GONE ARE THE SUMMER DAYS

November 20, 2016

“Gone are the summer days
and my mind along with them.
No longer will I indulge
in hopes of getting you back.
It is hope that makes these chains heavier
and autumnal nights longer.
I will merely serve as a memory to you:
the lover that recited love poems.
I must go now
and I urge you not to look back.”

Kamand Kojouri

LOVE, THE EXOTIC BIRD

November 20, 2016

“Love, the exotic bird,
came and went.
Heart forgot love.
Joy, the majestic willow,
wept and died.
Mind forgot joy.
Hope, the basement lamp,
fell and broke.
Soul forgot hope.
Self, the anxious caterpillar,
took flight and dropped.
Self forgot self.
You, my all,
became all my reasons.
Reasons left.
You left.
I never forgot.”

Kamand Kojouri

LIKE A PAIR OF OLD SLIPPERS

November 20, 2016

“Like a pair of old slippers,
I feel comfort and
warmth as I slip into you.
No, that is too crude.

Like the match to the wick,
I ignite when we touch.
My counterpart and
life’s purpose.
Yes, as though I’ve known you my whole life.

Every scar,
every failure
has become an affirmation
of what should be:
You.
Yes, as though I’ve loved you my whole life.”

Kamand Kojouri

COME INTO MY WORLD

November 20, 2016
“Come into my world.
I will show you the phenomenon that Stendhal experienced.
I will help you feel the cascading arpeggios of Wagner’s overture.
I will dance to Doga’s waltzes with you.
A day spent without appreciating the beauty surrounding us is a waste.
Let me appreciate you.”

Kamand Kojouri

THE LOVE STORY OF CLOUD AND SEA

November 20, 2016

“Have you heard the love story
of the blue Cloud and Sea?
They were always together as one
until separated by the yellow Sun.
Cloud drifted into the sky slowly.
Sea cried until she became salty.
Cloud grew big enough to block Sun
but nothing could be done.
Sea became enraged and drowned everyone
but still nothing could be done.
Cloud’s heart ached and he became grey,
watching his beloved from far away.
He was too proud and tried to stop his tears
but they fell and fell for what felt like years.
Losing himself drop by drop, he became empty
and was once again reunited with his beloved Sea.”

Kamand Kojouri

LOVERS DREAM OF ONE MORE EMBRACE

November 20, 2016

“Lovers dream of one more embrace.
One more kiss.
One act of love, no matter how small.
For in loving, lover and beloved
emptied themselves.
Now,
they look for their oasis
like men engulfed in flames.
Even filled to the brim,
they will never satiate.
For they continue to leak, these
cracked vessels.
How else did love seep through?”

Kamand Kojouri