Baudelaire

How I love to see, dear indolent one
Of your body so beautiful
Like a flickering fabric
Gleam the skin

On your deep hair
With acrid scents
Fragrant and wandering sea
With blue and brown waves

Like a ship awakening
To the morning wind
My dreamy soul sets sail
For a distant sky

Your eyes where nothing is revealed
Of sweet or bitter
Are two cold jewels where
Gold mingles with iron

Watching you walk in rhythm
Beautiful in abandon
One would say a dancing serpent
At the end of a stick

Under the burden of your laziness
Your childlike head
Swings with the softness
Of a young elephant

And your body leans and stretches
Like a slender vessel
Rolling side to side and plunging
Its yards into the water

Like a stream swollen by the melting
Of roaring glaciers
When the water from your mouth rises
To the edge of your teeth

I believe I am drinking a Bohemian wine
Bitter and victorious
A liquid sky that strews
My heart with stars!