Sunday, December 9, 2007

Cervixstill High Soft Open 1 Day Before Af

Of the Flowers of Evil (Baudelaire)


A MARTYR
Drawing an unknown master
Amid flasks, silky fabrics, and furniture voluptuous
marbles, paintings, clothing, scented
trailing sumptuous folds,
in a warm room as in a greenhouse,
where air is dangerous and fatal,
where languid flowers in their glass coffins
exhale their breath last,
a headless corpse spilled,
like a river, on the pillow soaked,
red blood and living, baby fabric with
the same avidity that a meadow.
Similar to the gloomy darkness engendered visions
and chain us eyes
head, with the mass of his mane shaded
and their precious jewels,
on the bedside table, as an aquatic plant,
lies, and empty of thoughts,
a look vague and white as the twilight
stray out of their eyes.
in the bed, trunk naked without shame,
the most complete abandonment, shows
the splendor and beauty secret fatal
that nature won.
A half pink decorated with gold thread, in the leg
which has been memory.
The league, like a secret eye flares,
diamond glances.
The unique aspect of this loneliness
and a large portrait voluptuous
eye provocative as his attitude
reveals a dark love, a guilty joy and foreign parties,
kisses full of hell,
that the evil angels rejoice
swimming between curtains and shawls.
However, seeing the elegant slimness
shoulder and broken line,
slightly tapered hip and waist
agile as well as a reptile irritated
is advierteque she is still young. "His soul exasperated
and senses bitten by the boredom
" had been delivered to the angry pack Wish
wandering and lost?
vindictive man who could not, live,
despite much love, placate,
quenched "in your flesh, lifeless and complacent,
the immensity of her desire ?
answer, corpse impure!
rigid braids Why your arm up with fever?
Dime, ugly head, how cold your teeth are
even their last goodbyes?
Far from the world-mocking away from the crowds impure
away from the judge curious
sleep in peace, sleep in peace, a strange creature,
in your grave mysterious
your husband runs the world and
your immortal form
sailing with him when he sleeps;
same thing you are sure to be faithful
and steadily until death.