you’re a beautiful fall sky bright as a rose
but sadness rises in me like the sea

and ebbing leaves on my morose lips
the biting memory of its bitter silt


your hand glides in vain over my fainting breast

what it looks for is a place sacked
by the ferocious tooth and claw of woman
seek no more after my heart the beasts have eaten it


my heart is a palace condemned by the mob
there they swill they kill they grab by the hair
a perfume swims around your bare throat


o Beauty souls’ hard scourge you want it
with your flaming eyes brilliant as feasts
calcine these tatters left by the brutes


Charles Baudelaire