secrets unrevealed

Your undone braids conceal

Desert, forest scents,

In your exotic countenance

Lie secrets unrevealed.

 

* * * * *

 

Now and then, your appetite's

Uncontrolled, unassuaged:

Mysteriously enraged,

You kiss me and you bite.

 

Dark one, I am torn

By your savage ways,

Then, soft as the moon, your gaze

Sees my tortured heart reborn.

 

* * * * *

 

You bring my spirit back,

Bringer of the light.

Exploding color in the night

Of my Siberia so black.

 

Charles Baudelaire. Afternoon Song (l. 9-12, 24-31, 36-39)

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