Afternoon song

Photograph: Russian by Mooreno

Though your wicked eyebrows call

Your nature into question

(Unangelic's their suggestion,

Witch whose eyes enthrall)

I adore you still

O foolish terrible emotion

Kneeling in devotion

As a priest to his idol will.

Your undone braids conceal

Desert, forest scents,

In your exotic countenance

Lie secrets unrevealed.

Over your flesh perfume drifts

Like incense 'round a censor,

Tantalizing dispenser

Of evening's ardent gifts.

No Philtres could compete

With your potent idleness:

You've mastered the caress

That raises dead me to their feet.

Your hips themselves are romanced

By your back and by your breasts:

By your languid dalliance.

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.

Beneath your satin shoe,

Beneath your charming silken foot.

My greatest joy I put

My genius and destiny, too.

You bring my spirit back,

Bringer of the light.

Exploding color in the night

Of my Siberia so black.

Charles Baudelaire

Oh how i dó love the poems of Baudelaire. So much! In it's original language it's so hunting. Beautiful dark, hypnotic words....... More translated Baudelaire poems you can find here.