A Poem For My Beloved

2011, Yambol A poem for My Beloved 1.He is like a bunch of myrrh, He is gilding my fingers With fragrance. He is weaving into between My breasts, He is cloaking on My pearl buttons in sunrise redden Like a droplets of blood, A necklace of my heart, A star of cinnamon tree, A porcelain cup with milk On a small table, Till a silver spoon which He is taking up slowly along His stifling lips, and like a butterfly Is swallowing a little chalice of my heart. My beloved is walking and decreasing. 2. He wakes the forests green like emerald Hayricks, white droplets, running on the Face of the sky. Eyebrows of clouds ,each snowdrop bowing down Under His white fingers. All blade of grass reducing. The pomegranates are like big chalices For Holy communion. My Beloved lifted it. His back have been cut of Smart whips, blood veronicas Shoots up His white skin, Strained like a drum, for fierce mad Throng. My Beloved will never be separated From my breasts. Myrrh deeply in my bosom and I Live from her Holiness, Golden lichen in golden hoops, Tightens up my heart. Beloved how giving out a sweet perfume, Smells a summer. Nina Mindova was born in Yambol, Bulgaria. She graduated at Bulgarian philology, English philology in Paisii Hilendarski university in Plovdiv and Theology in VEBI Sofia.. She is author of six poetry books.