She has the beauty of unraped statues
Her body is frail but her presence is queen
I had so invocated her that letters of her name become for me divinities to worship
Black will be the color of our eternal engagement
The fascinating instart of of her state without glimmer possessed me wholly
She had made up her pale cheek-bones of purple powder and lacqued her lips of thick blood
Her hair swings in the rhythms of her light touches as a snake round its prey
The dark cloth of her dress falls on her body without shapes
And her skinny hands are adored with long nails like threatening claws
The silent melting of our bodies shoots painfully
Shroud me will in your morbid body which stinks so nice!