{poem + story} you smell like moonlight on my skin.

{poem + story} you smell like moonlight on my skin.

your bared moonlit handson my bared moonlit skinon my purest more sacred thoughtson my purest faithfulnessand i, a never-ending necklace of your slow kissing lipspausing only for a breathing spirit breathingprayer of your hands in the church of skinyou and i forever...
{poetry translations} “Enchantress” by Peyo Javorov

{poetry translations} “Enchantress” by Peyo Javorov

Enchantress By Peyo JavorovTranslated by Lubomira Kourteva My soul is a humble captive,captivated by your soul! – a captive,is my soul in your two quiet eyes.My soul adjures and begs of you:it begs; – and I look at you; – a century has passed…A silent...
{poem + story} i want to marry you in blue.

{poem + story} i want to marry you in blue.

i want to marry you in blue blue,as moon waterin a clay cobalt cupas tendernessand passionin blue seaswith salts and stars on our skinsi want to marry youand when i say marry i mean our lipsto mergeinto a kiss, a vow,an oathand your eyes taking me inand your handsour...
{poetry translations} “You will be in white” by Peyo Javorov

{poetry translations} “You will be in white” by Peyo Javorov

You will be in white By Peyo JavorovTranslated by Lubomira Kourteva You will be in white – with an olive branchand like an angel you will be in a white dress…And I think today: the world is not rottenbecause you are in it, it’s your home.So there! I...
{poetry translations} Pagan Love by Dora Gabe

{poetry translations} Pagan Love by Dora Gabe

Female Blood By Dora GabeTranslated by Lubomira Kourteva Female blood …The blood that createsworlds of tenderness,sorrow and glory,thoughts about the night,the pain from everything,from jealousy to death,pagan love.Pagan to believeand to hide in pagan waysfrom...
{poem + story} kiss on the wrist.

{poem + story} kiss on the wrist.

ask the hawk, he knows how you take my love across wild roses’ bedand tie the bottom corners to my ankles how i feel the fading, the silk, and the sweet scentof the deepening how morning shadows can stretch us,re-shape us, twist us, eventangle us but never break us...
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