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- The Jewels
- by Charles Baudelaire
- My lover nude and knowing my heart's whims
- Wore nothing more than a few bright-flashing gems;
- Her art was saving men despite their sins—
- She ruled like harem girls crowned with diadems!
- She danced for me with a gay but mocking air,
- My world of stone and metal sparking bright;
- I discovered in her the rapture of everything fair—
- Nay, an excess of joy where the spirit and flesh unite!
- Naked she lay and offered herself to me,
- Parting her legs and smiling receptively,
- As gentle and yet profound as the rising sea—
- Till her surging tide encountered my cliff, abruptly.
- A tigress tamed, her eyes met mine, intent ...
- Intent on lust, content to purr and please!
- Her breath, both languid and lascivious, lent
- An odd charm to her metamorphoses.
- Her limbs, her loins, her abdomen, her thighs,
- Oiled alabaster, sinuous as a swan,
- Writhed pale before my calm clairvoyant eyes;
- Like clustered grapes her breasts and belly shone.
- Skilled in more spells than evil imps can muster,
- To break the peace which had possessed my heart,
- She flashed her crystal rocks’ hypnotic luster
- Till my quietude was shattered, blown apart.
- Her waist awrithe, her breasts enormously
- Out-thrust, and yet ... and yet, somehow, still coy ...
- As if stout haunches of Antiope
- Had been grafted to a boy ...
- The room grew dark, the lamp had flickered out.
- Mute firelight, alone, lit each glowing stud;
- Each time the fire sighed, as if in doubt,
- It steeped her pale, rouged flesh in pools of blood.
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