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Continue reading →: Journal Entry November 26, 2025 – by Heather MirassouHe tells me I am as precious as a gemI am like a brilliant star in the skyShinning bright and full of lifeThat my soul shimmersAnd that I am full of delightI am his belovedAnd his treasureHe is blessed beyond measureThis love enlightens my soulAnd makes me feel wholeThat I…
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Continue reading →: 1967 – a d’verse Challenge, Numbers – by Heather Mirassou1967 hums like a vinyl worn groove,a year stitched in paisley, drifting into it’s move,tie-dye dreams blooming wild in summer heat,sandals slapping freedom down every sun-washed street.It smells of sage smoke spiraling into the sky,a caravaning wanderers learning how to fly;guitars ringing truths no textbooks ever knew,voiced braided together in…
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Continue reading →: Autumn’s Quiet Spell – by Heather MirassouThe hills breath amber whispers through the day,as drifting leaves rhythms play;the maples hang their lanterns low and sway,then hush the light at dusk collects its grey.A river mirrors skies molten gold,its ripples slow, obedient and cold;each stone reveals a tale the currents told,each reed leans in like monks serene…
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Continue reading →: Dust Ball – by Heather MirassouWell I am too LATE to submit for the prompt. But, here is my Quatrain, 12 line poem. I roll across the floor without a command,I catch what drifts, accept what lands.I move when pushed, I stay when still,I gather weight without a will.I spin through corners, rest in light,I…
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Continue reading →: The Mirror Below – by Heather MirassouShe knelt where night and dawn entwinesthe water cold, the air like wine.The lake lay still, a breathing glass,where souls of old and shadows pass.Her face appeared, yet not her own,a younger ghost, in silver tone.The girl, she began to rise,with moonlight burning in her eyes.”Why do you call me…
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Continue reading →: Whirlsong – by Heather MirassouI usually write Free Verse poetry but after thirty years of writing poetry, I have decided to start writing some strict Forms of poetry. What has kept me from writing poetry in Form? Fear! Fear of failure. Fear of acceptance. Just fearing I am not good enough. Well here is…
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Continue reading →: d’Verse Challenge Dizain PoemHere is my Dizain Poem: Ember of the HeartLove burns in silence, soft as candle flame,It flickers low yet never fades away,A breath a glance, and nothing stays the same,The night turns gold beneath its tender swayThrough storm and shadow hearts will lose their way,Yet still they circle back, by…
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Continue reading →: I Am Wakeful – by Heather MirassouI am wakefulwhen clouds arenesting and the windis thrusting.Stars twinklingin painted fieldsA moon overflowedand the rain beginsto rouse.I rise in a dreamwhere my spirit soarsI faintly kissthe stream.
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Continue reading →: Whiskey Town – by Heather MirassouDisillusionedSmoking cigarettes Drunk at 3:00 a.m.Spinning into nothingnessWith whiskey in my handHookers walk strangeYellow streetsWomen who fear intimacyOr falling in loveDepravedDepressed mannequinsAre consumedGuilt and shame asunderThey dance in their Tangerine slippersUnder a hopelessMoonlight
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Continue reading →: Journey Through the Wilderness – by Heather MirassouIn dawn’s soft cradle, dew-kissed leaves arise, silver where sun and silence meet. The forest breathes amber lullabies, It’s a drumbeat buried deep in peet. Each branch a brushstroke on the sky’s ledge Each bird, a lyric in morning’s cage. The river, winding like a serpent’s dream, coils through glad…
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Continue reading →: Whispers of the Vine – by Heather MirassouThe grapevine sighs beneath the sun,its knotted roots and tendrils spun.Through rows of gold and fading green,a dream of fruit, a sacred scene.The clusters swell in dusky light,each orb a kiss of day and night.They glimmer in deep purple skin,with all the summer soaked in.The leaves like aging hands unfold,still…
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Continue reading →: Brilliance in the Sky – by Heather MirassouShe is ivory like linenkissed by dawnhe is tan like sand warmed by the sun.They hear canaries singoutside their windowsas a flamingo skyunfolds.He says,”Grab your camera -we must catch themagnificent sky.”Together, they run,chasing brilliance,feeling it pulsein their eyes.Tranquil they stand,delighting in the sky,as light spills over like paintfrom an artist’s…
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Continue reading →: Inheritance – by Heather MirassouShe planted violates with callused hands and a summer and winter suntan. Soft-spoken strength in every bloom. I watch unsure if I would ever grow a garden, or a voice or a room to hold the gifts she held plain. It took forty years to see the soil she turned…
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Continue reading →: Nature’s Whimsical Dance – by Heather MirassouHoneydew rain drips languidlywhite icicle confetti fallson a glory of wisdom fields. Savoring murmurs weavewebbed in dreams, still dropletscling to the kindred moon. Periwinkle dusk humssweet madnesswhere stars are shivering. Velvet spirit breathes deepwinter loses the sun’s glowand hearts quiver with life. Realm and elements entwineearth’s eternal globe turns,tilting trees…
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Continue reading →: Sweet Thickened Mud – by Heather MirassouOpen up you rain The summer is sweet thickened mud My knees are bowed Beneath the broken wind Heaven rises Kicking the giant fallen sun Open up you rain The summer is sweet thickened mud
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Continue reading →: Micropoetry October is a Beggar – by Heather MirassouOctober is a beggar Knocking on doors Snatching golden leaves In Autumn
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Continue reading →: Cockerel Waltz – by Heather Mirassou“Good morning roosterHow do you do”?It’s the crack of dawnYou cock-a-doodle-doYou sit on your perch pride fully and wooStanding mighty and bold you call your brood for foodSleek and graceful you do the cockerel waltzStrutting vaudeville statuesqueCrowing to proclaim your territoryYou stand protecting your roostBusty and braveWatching for predators coming…
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Continue reading →: Micropoetry Paint the Rain – by Heather MirassouThe clouds and moon Has set my heart on fireI think I will go paint the rain.
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Continue reading →: Micrpoetry Look Deeper- by Heather MirassouForever look deeperFind Your coreThere is only one keeperYet always more.
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Continue reading →: Micropoetry Moonbeam- by Heather MirassouFraught in the wildI hang on a moonbeam.
The Sensual Soul Poet Unveiled
The Sensual Soul Poet is a poetry book about love in all forms. It is a journey into the body as sacred terrain. These poems move through longing, slow-burning desire, and intimate devotion, using metaphor and imagery to speak what the body already knows. Here, touch is reverent, anticipation is ritual, and pleasure becomes a language of truth rather than indulgence.
Through erotic micropoetry, sensual haiku, and lush lyrical verse, Heather Mirassou explores the charged spaces between wanting and becoming, where heat gathers, breath deepens, and the soul listens closely. This is eroticism written with intention: suggestive rather than explicit, embodied rather than performed.
Sensual Soul Poet is for readers who crave poetry that lingers on the skin, who understand that desire can be tender, powerful, and transformative-tender, aching, sensual, and brave. It explores intimacy as something lived in the body and remembered by the soul. These poems move through longing and devotion, desire, vulnerability, silence, and surrender. They honor sensuality without shame and love without apology.
This collection is for those who believe poetry can be both intimate and sacred, and who understand that feeling intensely is a form of courage.
Heather Mirassou
Heather Mirassou is a poet whose work explores themes of love, sensuality, nature, and the sacred beauty of being human. Her poetry is grounded in emotional honesty and embodied experience, honoring both tenderness and desire as essential expressions of the soul.
She writes from lived moments where passion intersects with vulnerability. Memory resides in the body, and love serves as both a healing force and an act of courageous presence. Through imagery rich with nature, intimacy, and reflection, her words invite readers to feel deeply and unapologetically.
Her debut poetry collection, The Sensual Soul Poet, is available in Kindle, paperback, and audiobook at Amazon.com.
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