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“the one”

what is the art of sadness?

of cold hearts

on cold beds

dark oceans apart

alone in the lingering

in the dancing shafts of light

crossing borders and boundaries

stolen from our sight

think of these short whispers

of warm hands touching

outside the yearning

without conventions

in fields far crossed

green with envy

like soft homes

born of the narrows

ordered and right

and the laughing

the lying

the breathlessness

forever

always

holding on to this

forever

it’s always

the emptiness

and when her eyes were watching me

the sadness

for you are the only

the only

the one

 

Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/16/12

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“beauty”

“beauty”

 

what is it about beauty?

the way she curls up so tightly ‘round your heart

all the pressure of the mighty universe

wound fist-tight

like a ball of string

as of yet unmet by needle

untouched by soft hands

 

she is an angel purring at your doorstep

and all the yards of european lace

all the flowers in spring

her equal they are not

for she is the taste of sweetness

on loving lips so warm

she brings about the yearning

in your dreams before the dawn

casting out the darkness

no mirror to unworthy forms

 

her movement strikes at elegance

words beyond compare

yellow daisy waterfalls

taking a distant second place

 

she is the wind and song

the gentle ocean spray

the beaming light of towers

in the ancient city squares

 

oh how you thought you knew her

she is gone now from your sight

she filters through the ages

filling darkness with her light

 

and if you want her back

you must speak these words tonight

come back to me sweet beauty

for i am nothing when you’re gone

you have left an empty void

and in the stillness  i await

to see the casting of your shadow

on my pillow bedside warm

and even should i die

before your form it does return

i will long for you in lifetimes

not just this one

 

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/2/12

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