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September 26, 2005
afternoon song
Although your wicked eyebrows give you a strange look
which is not that of an angle, witch with alluring eyes,
I adore you, o my frivolous, my terrifying passion,
with the devotion of a priest for his idol.
the desert and the forest lend their scents to your rough tresses,
your head has the angles of enigma and secret.
about your flesh perfume hovers as if around a censer;
you cast a spell like evening, hot and shadowy nymph.
ah, the strongest philtres connot equal your lazy charm,
and you know the caress that brings the dead back to life.
your hips are in love with your back and your breasts,
and you excite thecushions with your languorous poses.
sometimes, to calm your mysterious fury,
you cover me, with a serious look,
in bites and kisses;
you tear me apart, dark beauty, with a mocking laugh,
and then you lay upon my heart your look, gentle as the moon.
under your stain shoes, under your charming silken feet,
I place my greatest joy, my genius and my destiny,
my soul cured by you, by you, light and color!
explosion of heat in my black siberia!
Baudelaire
Posted by amin at September 26, 2005 4:15 PM
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