FOR TWO
Our wrappings are ready to exchange fire.
As eggshells of dinosaurs on the floor
clothes are getting cool.
In the attic - the devoted castle,
the most beautiful is yours resistance.
Hundreds of thousands do it in the same moment.
And surely corrupt him more so.
Over us in those smoke-filled tiles
nimble devils are poking - to withstand the roof.
Lockable with punch ...
Again to unlock.
He like a pink crown
is insatiable of survey.
Under your bust as a monk before spring
I leave aside the prohibitions.
Our bodies throb and show through -
clarified and solved.
Romp with the ancient tool oak ...
The Heaven grows faint .
This is just our party
and our resurrection oblivion.
© Veselin Delchev
