Charles Baudelaire Quote
As if, with beasts' eyes, angels ledThe way, I slip back to your bed, Quiet as a hooded light,Hushed by the shadows of the night. And then, my dark one, you shall soonEmbrace the cold beams of the moon,Around a fresh grave, the chilling hissOf serpent coiled shall be my kiss.When morning shows his livid faceYour bed shall feel my empty place,As cold as death, till fall of night.Others take tenderness to wife:
Charles Baudelaire
As if, with beasts' eyes, angels ledThe way, I slip back to your bed, Quiet as a hooded light,Hushed by the shadows of the night. And then, my dark one, you shall soonEmbrace the cold beams of the moon,Around a fresh grave, the chilling hissOf serpent coiled shall be my kiss.When morning shows his livid faceYour bed shall feel my empty place,As cold as death, till fall of night.Others take tenderness to wife: