By R.Y.Simova
I want to say something so nice to you
that I myself can believe in.
Together,
we can cover the face of the Moon
with black wax
and
make love in the deepest possible night ...
and your hands will be tied in a knot
around me.
Hold me tight in your warm embrace
and
let fragrant purple irises burst in flowers,
let the pale constellations get drunk
and
lose control over our destinies.
White owl arching huge eyebrows
scribing magical poems upon
the black leather corset of the Moon.
All I want is you.
I want you!
Èñêàì äà òè êàæà íåùî
òîëêîâà õóáàâî,
÷å ñàìàòà àç äà ïîâÿðâàì
âúâ íåãî.
Äà íàìàæåì ñúñ âàêñà ëóíàòà
è äà ñå ëþáèì
â íàé-äúëáîêàòà íîù...
è ðúöåòå òè
äà ñå âúðæàò íà âúçåë çàä ìåíå.
Äà ìå ñòèñêàø âúâ çäðàâà ïðåãðúäêà
ñðåä óõàííèòå ëèëàâè êðåíîâå,
äà èçáóõâàò âúçòîðçè íàïúïèëè,
äà áëåäíåÿò ïèÿíè ñúçâåçäèÿ
è äà ãóáÿò êîíòðîë íàä ñúäáèòå íè.
Áÿëà ñîâà ñúñ ñêëþ÷åíè âåæäè
äà íàäðàñêà ìàãè÷åñêè ñòèõîâå
âúðõó ÷åðíèÿ ëà÷åí êîðñåò
íà Ëóíàòà.
Èñêàì òåáå åäèíñòâåíî.
Èñêàì òå!