“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

“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

“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

“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