~ SEINE FONCÉE

I adore you still -
Foolish terrible emotion
Kneeling in devotion
As a priest to his idol will.

Your undone hair conceal
Desert, forest scents:
In your exotic countenance
Lie secrets unrevealed.

Over your flesh perfume drifts
Like incense around a censor:
Tantalizing dispenser
Of evening's ardent gifts.

No potions could compete
With your potent idleness:
You've mastered the caress
That raises dead me to their feet.

Your hips themselves are romanced
By your back and by your breasts:
By your languid dalliance.

Now and then, your appetite's
Uncontrolled, unassuaged:
Mysteriously enraged,
You kiss me and you bite.

Dark one, I am torn
By your savage ways,
Then, soft as the moon, your gaze
Sees my tortured heart reborn.

Beneath your satin shoe,
Beneath your charming silken foot.
My greatest joy I put
My genius and destiny, too.

You bring my spirit back,
Bringer of the light.
Exploding color in the night
Of my Seine so black.