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Continue reading →: Micropoetry Autumn – by Heather MirassouLaughter echoing in the countryI pluck the Autumn.
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Continue reading →: What I Am Most Proud Of – by Heather MirassouWhen I was twenty years old I spent twenty-four hours in labor with my first son. He was so large that the doctor told me that he would have to break his shoulders if I could not push him out. Two nurses jumped on my stomach after forceps and a…
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Continue reading →: Journal Entry Writer’s Block – by Heather Mirassou
I think all writers can relate to this.
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Continue reading →: Riding Free – by Heather MirassouIn the dawn of the worldwomen were given horses. Creatures shaped from stormand meadow.Their hooves striking sparksof freedom.They rode not with reins,but with whisperstheir souls threading throughthe breath of the beastwildness answering wildness.Love bloomed between them.Not possession but devotiona covenant older than languagesacred as the bond as motherand child,When a…
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Continue reading →: Kid’s Play – by Heather Mirassou“King of the Hill” you begin to playYou bump, bump, bump and swayYou see a perfect high landing spotOn an upside-down horse troughYou hop, jump and fly slowly through mid-airYour small hooves landing easily on two pairsYou strut your stuff on the cold steel effortlesslyShowing your body strength and dancing…
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Continue reading →: Tap Dance – by Heather MirassouI tap-dance on egg-shells in my ballet shoes.They whisper across the floor.Omitting noise that might entice a temper.I find a hide-a-way in a hole.My heart, soul, and pen arecontrolling the inner-chaoswith a key that empowers me. Dedicated to those who have or who are in domestic violent relationships. You are…
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Continue reading →: Storm Canvas – by Heather MirassouA storm canvas can take you awayThunderstorms and lighteningTempest roaring highTumult of a tropic skyImpatient as the phantom windMagenta jealousyThe earth summonsWanting whorlsInvisible love potionDare to walk in its wakeHands in the airClean crisp airI become transparentMy passion dimsThe cyclone whispersGrizzly arms athwart the skyI am no longer a slave…
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Continue reading →: Vicarious Poet – by Heather MirassouYour voiceA golden spoonLaden with honeyDripping languidlyYour toneA wounded sparrowSearching for safetyIn a bed of soft feathersYour wordsPaint vivid imagesWith indelible inkWith shades of blueYour feelingsNaked, pure and freePull heart-stringsEffortlessly
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Continue reading →: Under the Moonlight – Heather MirassouThe aqueous moonlightfloats from heaven.Sober hues and a tender windcrisscross the sky.A hazel mist melts the faint dewbelow the sleeping willow tree.The murmuring water liliesawaken the eglantine.While my white eyes are lulledunder a topaz canopy.
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Continue reading →: Micropoetry Look Deeper – by Heather MirassouForever look deeperFind Your coreThere is only one keeperYet always more
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Continue reading →: Micropoetry Broken – by Heather MirassouFalling deepWearing downDesperate for energyI am beatenA broken harp string
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Continue reading →: Angel Hair Pasta – by Heather MirassouVirgin Oil encasedOregano, Basil & Thyme Fragrance ascendBlonde strands flyaway Garlic Shards dancingSwim in the wind Pulsing Beef StakeRed River Flowing Seeds floodingTightly wadded Expertly woundAtop her head Wasp-hiveAngel Hair pasta
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Continue reading →: Symphony of Broken Things – by Heather MirassouIs it a dream or distant memory?An Italian Concerto beginsThe alto singer bellowsA passionate tale Proud and stout He commands attention A classic narcissistic symphony Balancing a tight-rope A thunderous crescendo begins Drums rattle and roll Strumming your violin You tip, waddle and fall Boom, Bang, Ting, Tang A symphony…
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Continue reading →: Nature’s Serenity – by Heather MirassouA sprinkling morrowDrinking from the treesEarth is coolingAs the sun is shadyA noble moodThe simple quietOf daydreams
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Continue reading →: Micropoetry A Muse – by Heather MirassouMonumental quillMusesThee createdTo writeTongue-tiedI mendImmersedIn poetry
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Continue reading →: Micropoetry One Coin – by Heather MirassouOne coinI will confessWords Unbuckled.
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Continue reading →: Micropoetry Moonbeam- by Heather MirassouFraught in the wildI hang on a moonbeam.
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Continue reading →: Guys and Dolls – by Heather MirassouWhen marionettes are dancing and prancing,voracious appetites are searching.Tumbling, fumbling and mumbling.Blackouts imminent, guilty pleasures abide,pick-up artists catch befallen angels andpick up the pieces as morning arrives.
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Continue reading →: Mother Nature – by Heather MirassouMother Nature beckonsHer brilliant cacophony.Her pine treesDancing, swaying, and whispering.Their virescent greenShimmering throughBlue HuesPeaceful and calm.MesmerizingHer birds singA sweet melody.White puffy cloudsSurroundedBeams of sunshineBenevolent to me.Immersed inHer enchanting beautyShe is bewitchingShe is my company.
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Continue reading →: Loneliness – by Heather MirassouThe author reflects on a lifelong struggle with sorrow, feeling unable to awaken their heart to joy. This deep sense of isolation is emphasized by the idea that all their love has been solitary, highlighting a profound connection to both sadness and loneliness from childhood.
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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