Like angels mad with bestial eyes
I'll come back where your alcove lies
To glide in soundlessly, in flight
With all the shadows of the night.

Then, tawny dear, we will commune
In kisses frozen as the moon,
In the caress of snakes that crawl
And hiss around a cistern’s wall.

When morning shows his livid face
You will find no one in my place
Which will fall cold till night is near.

Though others reign with tenderness
Over your life and youthfulness
I want a sovereignty of fear.