Like angels with wild beast’s eyes I shall return to your bedroom And silently glide toward you

With the shadows of the night;

And, dark beauty, I shall give you
Kisses cold as the moon
And the caresses of a snake
That crawls around a grave.

When the livid morning comes,
You’ll find my place empty,
And it will be cold there till night.

I wish to hold sway over
Your life and youth by fear,
As others do by tenderness.

Charles Baudelaire

– Translated by William Aggeler

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