Tangled & Merging

Night falls,
her dark hair in rivulets
fills its lonesome corners;
the candle of her breath
ignites somewhere
inside the vast darkness,
casting a play of shadows
against the spinning walls;
a cloistered world,
an intimate world
of poetry and wine
and our lips
and our naked bodies
tangled and merging
somewhere deep inside.

Free Verse # 366 (before you I am an unfree man)

Dawn…
the fragrant skin
of the woman I love
a thin veil covering
the garden of the world

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Poetry is my form of worship,
with it, through it
I consummate my being
and lay it open
at the doorway of your sky,
a yearning flame quivering
in the heart of your sea.

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I wanted to touch you, so I wrote you poetry.

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The living in me had resigned
to be the flame of a candle
shivering and lost
in the contemplation of her eyes,
and what burning tears I wept
I scribed – holy poetry.

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With death
I inherit the rain,
the kiss of lovers,
the breath of the sea,
flowers sigh at dawn
and I am in their yearning,
a thread in their lust.

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At dawn
he trembled inside of her
as his eyes lay
fixed into hers,
his hips
the slow motion of waves
pushing,
her body
his harbor,
his eternal shore.

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Before you
I am an unfree man,
a lightning born
of a boundless womb
and wanting, for your sake,
to incinerate the earth,
merge it with your sky.

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Enmeshed
our bodies burned
in lustful fires,
melted
to a foaming point
then emerged,
a full moon parting
rough waters,
seeding the belly
of the dark sea.

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Night descends
and I swell into her,
the shiver of my flame
cradled against her spine,
a full moon from her navel
whispering pure white.

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Against my neck
in the quiver of her lips
the wet voice of dawn

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At dawn
through the window
her scent wafting in,
the woman I love,
the woman I always wanted
to touch with my heart.

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A dark moon glowing
her skin where he confides
the secrets of his heart

The Wound of Love

Wound of infinite profusion
Her lips on my skin,
But skin here is a thought and allusion
To a sphere within,
And an earth that so intimately knows
The meaning of spring.

Thus seared my being becomes an image,
A brilliant red rose
Aligning the world with the lineage
Of love’s holy throes,
A blessed wound pronouncing existence
A fruit on her lips.

Free Verse # 216 (the prayer of her heart)

I sent my poem like a hawk
to hunt after your heart,
but love was the eagle
perched at the high dome
snatching all birds
with his powerful talons
and with his piercing beak
breaking their hearts
into the eternal sky.

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Deep in the waters of my dream
I found a seashell,
its surface glistening
with an ancient sheen.
Placing it against my ear
it sighed into me
the white pearl of your silence,
there, inside, forevermore to burn
like a grain of incense
in the censer of my heart,
the vessel of living poetry,
filling me with your perfume,
the stillness of your breath,
the prayer of your heart.

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Her lips—a poem my lips ache to read, in braille.

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My heart be the cloister
Housing your prayers,
The dawn-sky
Where your breath
Like a candle-flame flickers,
Then surrenders –
Extinguished in this love.

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I desire to know you as a dewdrop, sinking into the flower’s heart, dies, merging with her perfumed essence. Boundaries crumbled; with the beloved, oned.

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Sleeping in my heart
the flower at dawn
dreams of you
and suddenly awakes
to sigh from my lips
your name into the sky

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I was a whisper in the mist
yearning for awakening,
then your breath caught me
and I lingered in your chest.
When you exhaled
I was life’s very breath.

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In the night of my solitude
my poem like a flower
in her hair grows,
then, with dawn, she blooms,
her fragrant scent
a call awakening all of creation,
bidding them to come
to the altar of eternal love.

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Like nightbirds
Our souls leave our bodies
To become one
In the womb of the sky,
A nebula birthing night’s stars,
Bathing the earth in wine.

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Upon her lashes
The poetry of my being hangs,
Crystals to burn like stars
In the sea of her eyes,
To weep into them
My heart’s sacred tears.

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Stars are poems her eyes inscribe in the sky.

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You are my song of songs—like a bird perched in the dawn of your eyes I am taken by your silence, open to your sky.

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The wind becomes music
Breezing through her hair,
The stars upon her lips
Melt into wine.

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Burning into emptiness –
my heart
a grain of incense
in the censer
of your love.

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Like the evening dew rains
From clear skies
So poetry falls
From the stillness of her eyes

Poetics of Desire

Her moans
In endless droplets
Pooled into his body,
Flooding like a river,
Waves under his skin frothing
– the poetics of desire.

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His each kiss
seared a dancing star
into the water of her flesh.
Midnight, and lo!
like a sun from his altar she rose,
her rapture flooding
night’s dreamy womb,
breaking the white pearl
on the shore of desire.

Free Verse # 205 (the poet alone stands)

In the billows of your love
Each poem a paper boat
Subsumed into your core

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My gaze through your ocean-eyes sails,
a vessel through far away horizons wandering
only to vanish and return no more.

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Her hair
A garden of wild flames
Flicking through the air

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Her body was written in a script only the stars and flowers could understand.

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Even as the great mountain and the infinite sea, the poet alone stands and alone he weaves his dance.

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You nurture yourself
on that which consumes you?
Be thirsty yet drink fire?
O love, your taste
inverted the world’s symmetry,
poisoned reason with sweet desire.

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Bares she her skin for the moon
And lo! The verses inscribed therein
By the poet’s passionate lips
Suddenly glow, revealed,
A frothing sea of love.

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From over the sea
The zephyr carries your voice,
Flowers enclosing
The salt of immemorial waves
Blossom inside of me.

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As waves
Birthed from the womb
Of the endless sea
His poems
Coursed along her skin,
Intricately weaving
The tapestry of his breath,
His skin.

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I touched you
and like a wildflower
my scent filled the earth and sky,
luring the sun to come down, like a bee,
and suckle at my sweet honey.

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Pulsing in her eyes
The deep stillness of the woods –
Music in rivers
Calm, serene – blooms of a dawn
Hexing the soul of poesy.

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O beloved,
Bury your lightning
Like a blade into me,
Carving my heart
With the echo
Of your passion,
Burning my soil
Into your volcanic dream.

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The outcry of his passion
weaved into ribbons
of desert heat
swirling in endless eddies
the oceans of her bare shoulders and neck.

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Embark!
Though the waves
Of this passion
Swell high and deep.
Embark!
For at the ocean’s heart awaits
The port of eternity.

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Dionysus in her cheeks
And I, an empty cup,
Eager to fill with poetry.

His Touch (Painting Her)

Unknown photographer and model
Unknown photographer and model

Naked,
In the desert
Of his embrace
She beheld herself
In the mirror,
Her skin was tainted
With the intense hues
Of his passion,
Striped and burning deep,
The soft ferocity
Soaking in and through,
Completely,
Elevating her
Into a mystic painting
Ever metamorphosing
Into the wildest landscapes
Under the ineffable guidance
Of his touch.

On Desire

Unknown Photographer
Unknown Photographer

Red with desire
the moon rises,
each burning light-thread
rippling through my waters
waves of ecstasy,
awakening within
a dawn of sweet silence,
an intoxication blooming
in a heaven of clarity.

Junnaiyd says there is a sobriety that contains all drunkenness, but there is no drunkenness that contains all sobriety. Coleman Barks, Rumi, The Book of Love

Torn

A heart eager to suckle
at the tip of her fiercely burning blade
as if it were the roots of life itself—
thus my heart beats wilder and wilder
feeling the exquisite burn sink deeper
through the ribs of my chest,
and my eyes brimming with desire
burst with pure tears
that spill like incense
into the furnace this lust.
The quivering center of my being
now shudders infinite
like an abyss of light,
a heart inside out torn open
into a flow of poetry and stars
eager to be graced
with the touch of her skin,
the caress of her breath.
Poetry like a sigh dies upon my lips
and becomes the silent breath
fluttering through city and forest
eager to rest in the dawn of her eyes.

To The Muse

Free Verse # 140 (the breathless key)

My breath,
threads of twilight
weaving around your neck
a shawl of endless warmth,
a hand of stars
stroking your face
breathless with desire

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Touched by your eyes
as if by a burning flame,
my heart spins,
a sun inside my chest,
scattering divine sparks,
setting the world aflame.

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In dawn’s clarity we dwell,
two jasmine flowers rubbing cheeks
and breathing silent ecstasy,
open, like the white sky.

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Raining from the stars,
night’s silent whisper
unfurls her voice
deep inside my heart.

I shiver,
a tear hugs my cheek,
falls into the sky.

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I wake up to find myself
bathing in a sea of sunlight.

Your face has risen over me,
an inexhaustible fountain of love.

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Smeared on your lips,
poetry’s wine
is a tender flame
you sear into my skin,
burning in my blood
your name,
the fragrance
of your kiss.

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Only by being lost in you
am I really found…

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I fall into your eyes
as into a vortex of light
to emerge,
an exulted song
through your eyes pouring,
painting the whole world.

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Petal by petal
let me unfold your smile,
a white flower dancing
in the palm of dawn.

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My each kiss
plants a star
under your skin.
And my kisses are infinite.
You become a night
laden with stars,
a poem in my arms
unraveling.

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Night’s stillest hour,
your warmth overflows
from my heart,
a fountain of love.

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What do I pen
except my blood and tears
on the face of the sky,
stars to fill the womb of night,
dew to swathe the earth
at dawn’s first sigh.

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The kiss you left on my lips
ever deeper soaked,
a fire weeping through my skin
and, touching my heart it bloomed,
a sun within.

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Only lovers hold
the breathless key
that makes the world
shiver in their hands
like a dew-soaked flower.

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You touched my heart
and night itself awoke in my veins,
a womb birthing stars.

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One endless dance
in unison ebbing and flowing
amid the world’s dust,
we are…

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My finger on your belly
and the entire ocean
traverses through its tip…

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My fingers pass through your hair
and stars shiver and fall like dew
onto the face of the earth,
wetting all lovers tangled in love.

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Lovers, Freydoon Rassouli
Lovers, Freydoon Rassouli

What is my heart if not your home
where the sun itself
unfurls from your womb.

The Song of the Flower

Slides over you,
the waves of his love
cradling you like an infinite ocean,
washing over your whole body,
kissing it, brushing it, rubbing it white,
etching into your skin
the salt of his essence,
the breath of his heart,
allowing you to bloom
like a flower in the mouth of dawn,
her perfume wafting over
the gardens of existence,
singing hymns to love.

Free Verse # 131 (solar adhesion)

My touch
bursts sighs hidden under your skin.
Melting from your pores,
they begg for my kiss.

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Your love burned through my thoughts
dissipating them like mist in the morn
and bathing my face warm and true
in the clarity of your sun.

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Beyond union billows the ocean of unity
where, flowing between two bodies,
the single soul awakened
a being older that time’s memory.

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Stretching under me
you are a desert of endless dunes.
At the dawn of each day
I shape you anew.

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O love, as long as your heart beats in mine
even with a spoonful of your darkness
I could light the whole sky.

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At the dawn of life I saw you in a dream,
shaping my body’s hills and fields into existence.
Then I woke.
The dream, a memory.
Pulsing with my breath,
my every heartbeat,
a dreamory

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I bound my desire to the seat of your heart,
ever since it multiplied into infinite stars.

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And if the sun were a loaf of bread
we’d break it on our altar,
dip it in the moon’s wine-stream,
scatter it over our bodies,
and feast.

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I pass my fingers over your eyebrows
searing into them the soft hues of dusk.
With my tears wet your lips and cheeks,
dawn’s pure dewdrops, love.

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Your ocean calls,
I become a river
churning through the cosmos
and gathering all stars
before quenching my thirst
like a lightning of fire
in the waters of your lust.

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To plant my sighs
like jasmines in your hair,
at the dawn of each day
tend to the flowers
blooming in your eyes.

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Joined on sun’s altar,
the lovers’ swirling dance
melts skin into skin and ends,
exuberance of a million stars,
solar adhesion, eternal lust.

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These clouds of longing
drifting through my sky,
their crimson shades,
a blazing night
awaiting your touch,
eager for your kiss,
to turn volcanic,
tear the earth to bits.

Free Verse # 130 (the kiss)

The musk of my heart, I burn,
weaving its incense
into the sweetest prayers,
drifting like tears,
calling to your absence.

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As we kiss,
the stars of night,
swirling in your hair,
turn dizzy and fall,
clusters at a time,
onto earth’s dreaming face.

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As you sleep
I contemplate you,
my eyes intoning a melting prayer
enveloping your body with a wetness so deep,
soaking you in love
all the way to your heartbeats.

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Dawn on my lips,
a prayer swaying skywards,
bathing in your light.

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Uncovering your original face ~
flowers breathing your fragrance, melt,
the sun, caught in your light,
turns moon and sings your praise.

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I sway over you,
a moon over the sea,
and your waters froth and churn,
drawn into my being,
core rippling with ecstasy.

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Surrendering to night’s kiss,
a breath of stars slithers through our ribs
into our deepest being,
unlocking the well of dawn.

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Speechless,
night’s electric tide welding skin to skin,
ebbing as dawn’s fresh breeze
awakens a new heart.

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With each loss my heart tore a little,
until my “I” drowned in the ocean of your love.

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I dip my finger in the sun
then pass it over your lips,
rub the fire in, slowly,
before letting my lips feast
on the fountain of your lust.

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Your love’s eagle swept me off my feet
and flew me to its nest,
perched on a branch
somewhere inside your sun.

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When your face comes close to mine
I feel it burning like a sun,
and a tremor pulses through my chest
as I ache for our cheeks to melt as one.

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O Beloved,
spare me your mercy.
This heart you hold
in your rough hands
like a cluster of red grapes
must be smashed into wine.

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To place my lips against yours
is to gather all the universe’s stars
inside one burning sun.

The kiss…

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Moaning at the scent of her warm flesh,
The sea, waves tossing and turning,
Churning with a longing so old
To engulf a daughter once lost amid men.

Breaking the Palm of Dawn

Thirst, vast and great
stirs in my chest
in the hour before dawn
as I move over you,
a wave of tender greed,
mouth suckling eager
at your founts
of honey and milk,
fire churning down my throat
and permeating my body as,
half-awake, the flame in me stirs
and thrusts into your womb
slow, rhythmic, and deep,
flesh shivering and melting
into warm sacred tears scattered
in the ponds of our merged faces
between wakefulness and sleep,
two bodies bound infinite
inside a succulent love-dream,
shaking as the honeyed milk I suckled
flows back into you,
hot lava, seed scattered deep,
mystical union, delirious fever,
love, a magical oneness
breaking the palm of dawn,
a tender, white flower.