Lover’s Wine
Today Space is fine!
Like a horse mount this wine,
without bridle, spurs, bit,
for a heaven divine!
We, two angels they torture
with merciless fever,
will this mirage pursue
in the day’s crystal blue!
Sweetly balanced, fly higher
through the whirlwind’s wise air
in our mirrored desire,
my sister, swim there
without rest or respite
to my dream paradise!
poem by Charles Baudelaire
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