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.

Surrendering

Freydoon Rassouli, Surrendering
Freydoon Rassouli, Surrendering

Your silence lured me in
then you burst into song ~
your mouth exhaling winged flames,
myriads encircling me,
their fiery wings brushing my skin
and circling ever closer, tighter,
their hunger kissing my body
with ever more ferocity
reaping my surrender
into your burning sun.

Free Verse # 127 (always thinking of you)

Let me soak the moon into your tender belly
And slowly, slowly, knead it into your aching womb,
Raising it upwards to birth it from your lips,
A great moan fluttering full and white
And filling night’s soul with the waters of our bliss.

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When I think of you
a star rises from my heart to my mouth
and then flutters out through the world
like a white butterfly
looking for the flower of your mouth
to plunge inside, and tell you.

…and I am always thinking of you.

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Love consumes time to an extent
you lose all awareness of it.
Night, day; second, hour –
all become the same,
floating, blissful, in clarity…

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What am I?
A shaft of wheat swaying in the moonlight.
A bird setting his wings into the sunset sky.
A dewdrop, now here, now vanishing inside the rose.

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There is a love we pay for with our entire life,
keeping nothing, giving everything away.
Seek that love.
Burn and drown in it.
Let it possess you to your deepest soul.

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.

A Life of Poetry

Let me serve you poetry
in spoons brimming with ecstasy.

Sinking into the darkness
deep behind your eyes,
the wells shall fill with light
and tears you will cry.

Quenching the thirst
of age old desire,
a sun like no other
on your face will flower,
and our dance will go on,
deepening and rising,
until poetry becomes
our life entire –
a silent breath,
an inner beat,
a star which flesh
is tender and sweet,
and which core is a dawn
no mind can envision,
and no words can touch or meet.

Free Verse # 116 (even though I don’t see your face)

Glistening wetness,
love’s velvet cheeks aching soft
to be kissed, and kissed.

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Offer me your mouth,
let me break it open like a ripe fig
and feed upon the stars
burning in its dark, crimson sky.

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Ever since you touched me
my words became vessels of fire,
fluttering like butterflies and kissing ecstasy
into every beautiful flower they meet.

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O Beloved,
Your breath whispers me into existence,
Your lips shaping the air give shape to my body,
burn me at Your will.

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I invoke and call out your anger
so I may harness with my own body
your lightning bolts and rivers of fire.

Sink them in my skin…

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Hidden in darkness, bitter wine turns sweet and fragrant.

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Even though I don’t see it
I know it is out there,
the moon in the sky,
the face of my beloved.

Free Verse # 114 (wine kisses)

At dawn, your breath,
a white wave washing over me,
sinking between my lips
and gathering my heartbeats,
sowing them like seeds
in the garden of our love

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Your touch unlocking my being,
the great tide of my heart
broke upon your shore,
silence…

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In your universe I turn
from quivering flesh,
to streaming music,
to endless dewdrops
coming undone and fading
without trace…

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All things you truly love
shall burn and dissolve you into thin air
like the fire does the aloes wood
freeing its pure scent.

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Let me be your home,
a rose holding the dewdrop
deep inside her heart.

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To your temple of silence I deliver my heart.
The waters of my being quieten and still;
Light rises to my eyes, and flows;
Veils fall off;
I am whole.

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My soul’s passion,
a single dewdrop falling from my mouth
and melting in yours.

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Drunk on too many wine-kisses
your tongue suddenly flicks
like a match inside my mouth and lo!
Heat solders our lips and bodies,
flames eat us whole.

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In the inmost core,
in inconceivable darkness,
in utter stillness and solitude –
a womb of infinite warmth
birthing all of life.

Free Verse # 110 (a dewdrop vanishing inside the rose)

I am wine-spirit
bubbling in the vessel of your heart.
At night you pour me,
a froth of stars in the sky.
At dusk and dawn
a crimson kiss uniting
darkness and light.

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In my heart you are the ocean
and I a river rushing to your open embrace,
anxious and full of joy
to reach the source of all life,
dawn’s fountain of grace.

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We are lovers through and through.
Fiery threshing only removes our clothes,
bringing our core and face to merge
into a fountain of light.

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I dream of love not as a negation of all being
but as a place outside of place,
a time outside of time
where no being is left to negate.

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In the presence of my beloved
I become wholly transparent,
a pure soul soaking in
her breath and fountain-eyes,
drowning in her essence,
a dewdrop vanishing inside the rose.

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Does the Sufi whirl?
Or does he stand still as around him
the whole world whirls and spins?

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Arriving and leaving at every moment, I am nowhere to be found.

Free Verse # 108 (at the crossroads of tomorrow)

As if the ground underneath
was made of piano keys or lute strings,
her every step reverberates with music
filling the earth up to the sky.

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I stretch my body before you
like an endless desert,
not even a shadow
clouds my flesh or longing.

Open to your presence…

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At the crossroads of tomorrow I wait for you.
A rose in my hand,
its petals and thorns
crowned with my tears and winedrops.
On my face a smile,
and a wistful song.

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A moon overfull with longing bursts,
sighs raining like stars over the singing waves.

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My body longs to embrace yours
as the desert’s thirst
makes her cry for the rain,
each sigh imploring the heavens
to send down her tidal rage.

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Under your touch I blossom,
a white lotus singing praise to the moon.

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Wing to wing we fly,
two birds between the clouds.

The trails we leave behind
are the poems we write into the sky.

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Your face and mine,
now the sun and the moon,
now the earth and the sky,
eternally locked in a kiss divine.

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Froth kissed, naked,
surrendered to the waves
chanting your name I wait,
for you to return
and my heart reclaim.

Free Verse # 107 (lovers love)

I am a night drunk on its own stars.
The only juice I drink
I squeeze from my own heart.

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Harnessing your face
in my cup of wine,
sip after sip it empties
to shine again from the sea of stars,
from a place deep within my heart.

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Even your knife, beloved,
plunged in my chest,
is a gift beyond all measure.

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Whether it be made of ivory or bamboo
the same breath flows through the flute,
and the same tune rises
to shroud the forest in mystery,
quiver the stars in the womb of night.

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I live in the shadow of your mountain.
When your breath breezes through the ancient trees
I close my eyes and listen,
woven in your majesty.

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Unspent passion,
a summer cloud in a twilight sky
scattering winedrops in the far horizon,
a pristine spring flowing untouched
in the forest deep.

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Penetrating into each other’s souls
wounds become fountains of light
and tears stars burning in the womb of night,
the deep pools of their eyes.

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Lovers love
and all things are aflame
from the inside out.

Free Verse # 106 (poetry in sighs)

Your colourful wings folding my face and body
you pierce into my welcoming heart,
suckle on my best preserved nectar,
drowning me in ecstasy,
melting me in your infinite warmth.

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Let me walk your body with my kisses,
dewdrops and flowers sprouting under my lips,
rising from under your skin and sighing,
O love…

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There is a rose inside the rose,
when it blooms
the outer rose becomes the sun.

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My tongue,
a fire-flower searing desire’s ink
into your tender skin,
etching along your curves
hymns of flowing wine,
frothing as they churn,
scattering poetry in sighs.

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Like the full moon over the ocean,
in your presence
all my waters are perturbed
and helplessly drawn
to the aura of your majesty.

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Ripeness comes to the fruit from inside the tree.
We are fruits too, life woven into life.
Now feel your roots pulsing in the deeps…

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Surrender,
fire’s tip licking core and womb,
churning love’s blissful ecstasies.

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All of mankind’s divine scriptures
were written on woman’s body,
inscribed inside her heart.

Woman’s body is religion itself,
the divine vessel of love.

Let that be our worship.
Let that be our devotion.
Let that be our love.

On Love’s Perfection

I perfected myself into a flawless circle.
But then, one dawn of day
your love came with a pointed needle
gifting me with sight
and inner peace,
bursting me into
the emptiness of the blue sky.

My heart’s light
became a sunlike fountain
flowing from my face
out into the world.

By taking away from me
that which was most precious
you gifted me with a love
beyond all imaginings.

O love, I am at your feet…

Free Verse # 105 (until the day we’re one again)

Wound my heart with your kiss, love,
so that when you leave rivers of stars shall stream
from the sorrowing mouth
and fill the whole sky
with longing – for you.

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O night,
let your breath of stars
sweep over me,
a faint reminder
of my beloved’s hair…

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No more I and you;
we bow to the higher We.

Love, a warm, simple kiss
weaving itself into a life
of tender harmony.

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We live to feel understood,
revealed and embraced
in our deepest essence
by the one we love.

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As our breaths died on each other’s lips
our eyes opened to wade in each other’s silence.

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Into my body I call in the night,
moon and stars, dreams and lust,
and out I birth it again,
fountains of love singing wild delight.

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Once every full moon
a dove comes perching at my window,
in her beak a fragrant lock of your dark hair
dripping wet with moonlight and stars.

Taking it in my hands
it unfurls into a white wine that I drink,
a warmth breathing life in heart and soul,
sustaining me until the day we’re one again.

Free Verse # 104 (playful kiss)

The heart’s pulp would not turn to wine
unless it be crushed on the sacred altar of love.

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My heart is a star
hollowed out by love
so it could wear your finger,
turn like a necklace
round your neck.

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Droplets from a citrus sun
I squeeze onto your tongue,
sprinkle a dash of stars for salt,
and pour in noon’s golden ale
for a deep, playful kiss.

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Resting in desire’s lap
the bowl of poetry is overflowing
like a full moon.

Dip your fingers, my love,
and write my body into existence,
a sacred verse crowning your sky.

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Only the spirit can uplift the body
to an ecstasy far beyond the stars,
to a clarity deeper than the stillness of dawn.

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Asleep,
our dreams flutter in the nightsky,
plant kisses as brilliant stars
guiding lovers home.

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Love’s absence reveals its depth,
as the sun fading over the horizon
reveals heaven’s truth,
our kinship with the stars.

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Fireflies,
a drifting starry sky below gazing
at the milky way above.

In between,
the silence of the night
enfolding us in the great mystery.

Free Verse # 102

O Love,
Blessed be the moment
you broke my heart
for its shards
in the silent womb of night
became brilliant stars.

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The Offering

I breathe into her womb,
stroke her heart,
and her eyes emit sparks
setting aflame the ocean of wine
resting in my palms.

Raising my hands to her mouth,
eyes fixed in eyes I bid her –
Drink, have your fill,
become my burning star.

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The lover’s kiss plants inside our heart
a deadly wound that keeps deepening and widening
until it obliterates us into no more than burning dust.

Love is the ultimate liberator.

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The Way of Love

If love keeps you away, it is to pull you in.
If he throws you to the ground, it is to lift you higher.
If he breaks your shell, it is to humble you and bring out your true light.
If he brings tears to your eyes, it is to pluck and plant them as stars in the nocturnal sky.

Free Verse # 86

As I flow
my water cools and clears,
becoming a serene mirror
reflecting the glory of your face
as it lights the sky.

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There is a poem churning
in the heart of me.
Only its froth scatters here
for your eyes and mine to read.

Only the Beloved’s eyes
can see beyond the forth,
can behold the hidden bond
tying all the stars.

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…then you drew breath and exhaled,
and my heart came to stillness
as all my life’s poems
melted into burning tears
flowing inside my eyes.

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My heart is a blood red rose;
her pulsing face enveloping the sky.
And you are a white flower
hidden inside my heart.

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There are transformations the mind cannot understand:
spring out of winter’s heart;
out of the thorn’s heart, a rose;
after being hidden, suddenly the full moon.

The grace of your touch.