In dawn’s still hush
the breath of poetry
rubs against her cheeks;
full of sighs the wind
pours with dew.
Tanka # 86
Tag: Freydoon Rassouli
Queen of Flow
More than her sexiness
and sensual appeal
it was her light
that attracted him,
the deep receptiveness of her heart
that surged through her face
like a moon filling the sky,
the aura of her being
overtaking him
like the waters of the sea
call out the sailing ship,
opening him to the horizons
of eternity.
Free Verse # 202 (love has kissed their souls)
The passion of the ages
Harnessed in your cup
And I, a desert wanderer,
An itinerant heart
Whose endless thirst
Only your juice can slake.
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My scent lingering on your skin
At night like a snake twists and turns,
Pressing my essence ever deeper,
Soaking you, whole.
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Exuberant sun
From amid her hills rising –
Love has kissed her soul.
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Poetry made flesh –
She, a cosmos of wild stars
Burning through the sky.
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Where is she? I sighed,
And my breath like a bright star
Furrowed through the sky.
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What of mind remains when your kiss
Being and heart has soaked in bliss
Incinerating to the core
A flesh that laps your endless shore
The Dance
Under the nightsky
she dances
and her flowing hair
rakes the stars
into burning verses,
their words, flamed brushes,
painting the whole sky.
Union With The Light
Blossoming
the tree transfigures the garden
as you, in my heart,
birth me as pure light.
The Kiss
Your lips and mine
were shaped by love’s fire
in such a way that,
interlocking,
they glow like the sun.
The Hidden Core
In the silence
between my heartbeats
I hear you,
a voice from unknown depths
rising to envelope me
like a tender wave and flow,
opening me
inside out.
Rooted in Love 