On the first day I met him

On the first day I met him,

he cut an image made with no likeness. 

On the second day we covered the bedroom windows 

with newspapers and traded

solar plexuses.  

On the third day I served him my heart,

on the fourth we reheated 

and shared his.

On the fifth day we looked long at each other,  

and both of us knocked on wood. 

On the sixth day I heard how the door banged, on the seventh

I created God.  

Translated by Hristo Dimitrov / Edited by Tom Phillips

The Bulgarian  text first appeared in “The men and women I have been” (Janet-45, 2017 )