Even When I Write About This Swan Poem by Kamand Kojouri

Even when I write about this swan
and that orchid,
I write about you.
Every word
of every line
is for you.
I have drunk you
yet you have consumed me.
Seeping through every cell
from crown to root,
you took over heart,
mind,
and lungs
so that every breath I expel
leaves a trail of you in the air—
the same air that I inhale.
I no longer know myself separate from you.
But how I long to be with the source!