I inclined my head, and my helmet bowed.
It is heavy, its high part is staying up
I was kissing the blossoms of the irises –
I was opening my lips, and lightly taking in
the lit up bright purple petals, the indigo buds,
as one kisses a beloved woman or a beloved man.
There is someone.
And here I am.
I was having sex
with the flowing sand.
MARGARITA SERAFIMOVA was shortlisted for the Montreal International Poetry Prize 2017 and Summer Literary Seminars 2018 Poetry Contest, and long-listed for the Erbacce Press Poetry Prize 2018 and the Red Wheelbarrow 2018 Prize, as well as nominated for the Best of the Net. She has three collections in Bulgarian. Her work appears in Agenda Poetry, London Grip New Poetry, Trafika Europe, European Literature Network, The Journal, A-Minor, Waxwing, and others. Visit: https://www.facebook.com/MargaritaISerafimova/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel.