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On Baudelaire

I’ve been reading my Baudelaire again.

Something is stirring within my soul.

The cold passion fraught from the gut again

The need to experience and dance with all

Objects to worship, people to grace

These all disappear when I see her face

The idol, the image, the one that I need

My Muse, my riposte, my deadliest speed

Take my afflictions, my addictions, creations

Dance with your clothes off to my ministrations

Take my opportunities, my colours, my lies

They all disappear in your frantic gestations

While I don’t hold up an ideal, I bring down the soul

To a level where I can feel, and be created whole

I’ve been reading my Baudelaire again, and I find

That the hunger in me is not just for mind.

Posted: March 22nd, 2008 under Poetry.
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