Aksinia Mihailova
Photo: glitter feet
its white under the snow
its red under the umbrella
I am craving for;
your smile –
an olive
at the bottom of the glass,
on the edge of the morning
in my drying lips
I am craving for…
And he delves wells
into the words
away from my desires
squeezing a piece of the November sky
between his teeth
Translated from Bulgarian by Roumiana Tiholova
