"Girl, Envelop Me!" [1995] by Steven Ilchev

Girl, Envelop Me!
/Steven Ilchev, 1995/

Purple, unspoken and velvet snowy face
contoured with grace
a glowing eye of shyness
neurotic heart thwarted by tyrants
a lovely princess stung by the fiddle of
rejection’s demonic intonation
musical distress - hurtful, sour note
like a salty finale of a novel!

A princess in the warm emotions of her
stripped soul but a strumpet for a solemn
savage who is a "strumpet’s fool",
She sits on my knee and her caramel hair
lashes my wrinkles
gently, gently, LOVINGLY!

You, royal bird of tenderness
envelop my exhausted, vile eroded spirit -
the spirit that holds you ever high
and swiftly sinks into eclipsed adventures

I stand to raise you in a thoughtful flight
my lady of mild lemon words
I resemble a dotted gladiator foiled by
weakness of elation for you
a rare harvest for a cosmic romance-seeker!

Girl, envelop me with cotton strength
drown me in the philharmonic tempest of
the wind and mounts
blow away my groovy bitterness
sweeten it as my eroded leaden spirit
wails for some twisting of the tongue and lips
that are eclipsed by the rude marketing of love!

Woman, no cake of ordinary girl
although your fingernails can touch my blatant wounds
You are a royal lady glistening in diamond love
your price is not to be delivered;

You are a bucketful of mercy housed in an artistic
shape; I drink your pure crystal tears
to intoxicate the grey hue of conservative romance

Girl, envelop me with juicy strength
by the philharmonic tempest
of the meadows and the valleys
whispering into each other’s troubles

Swing your honey taste unto my bitterness
I long to breathe your fragrance
I see my eroded spirit shed a glassy tear
eclipsed by the contemptible marketing of love

Purple, unselfish and velvet snowy face
blended with the seeds of grace
glowing eyes of truthfulness
a heart of naval air relaxed by the shores
of my anchored hands
envelops me;

Hang onto me - euphonise this romantic vase
with orchestral energy, unsung peace of
intellectual tenacity like the overture
of an optimistic play.