Michael Funeral Coffin

So I would like a night
pleasure when the time comes,
Climbing without noise, like a coward,
to the treasures that adorn you,

To punish your flesh from bruising your breast
acquitted
And open your astonished flank
A long and deep wound.

And dizzying sweetness!
Through these new lips,
more dazzling and more beautiful,
My poison inocularte, sister.

Text: " A which is too happy " (fragment) of Charles Baudelaire.