Though your wicked eyebrows call br Your nature into question br (Unangelic's their suggestion, br Witch whose eyes enthrall) br br I adore you still br O foolish terrible emotion br Kneeling in devotion br As a priest to his idol will. br br Your undone braids conceal br Desert, forest scents, br In your exotic countenance br Lie secrets unrevealed. br br Over your flesh perfume drifts br Like incense 'round a censor, br Tantalizing dispenser br Of evening's ardent gifts. br br No Philtres could compete br With your potent idleness: br You've mastered the caress br That raises dead me to their feet. br br Your hips themselves are romanced br By your back and by your breasts: br By your languid dalliance. br br Now and then, your appetite's br Uncontrolled, unassuaged: br Mysteriously enraged, br You kiss me and you bite. br br Dark one, I am torn br By your savage ways, br Then, soft as the moon, your gaze br Sees my tortured heart reborn. br br Beneath your satin shoe, br Beneath your charming silken foot. br My greatest joy I put br My genius and destiny, too. br br You bring my spirit back, br Bringer of the light. br Exploding color in the night br Of my Siberia so black.