Like a great flower too heavy to hold itself up,
Sometimes, wrapped in my arms, you turn towards me
And plunge your beautiful, ardent green eyes into mine,
With your teeth glistening in a long smile...
I embrace you; I feel a bit of the fierce joy
Of a wild beast trembling with pride as it clutches its prey.
You smile... I hold you, pale, my soul unsettled
To feel itself suspended at the edge of happiness,
And always the same desire gnaws at my heart:
To carry you away like this, alive, into death.
Leaning over your eyes where a flame is flickering 
I sink, I sink, it seems, into your soul...
From your half-opened dress with wide ample folds,
Where flashes of skin at times shine forth,
A fleshly aroma that inflames desire
Rises towards me in long billows like a wafting perfume.
And, slowly, eyes closed, the better to become drunk on it,
I pluck from your teeth the flower of your kiss!...