Nocturne Poem by Maria Ilieva

I looked for your scent
in burning out green meadows,
in laying down warm darkness,
I looked for the eyes waiting.
I touched you with hands,
I was painting you in red
with the raspberry brush of the dawn,
and I was sprinkled by the colour of tenderness
of your lips’
burnt sugar sweetness.
And your embraces were melting me
into an impetuous brook
under you -
panting,
coiling.
I bathed you in the smell of ripe quinces
of the heavy
fruit of my breasts.
Among white of longing desires
I wanted the sunrise
to catch in my hands.
Reached out full of love
trustful hands
caressed me
with the whisper of the wind.