She has the beauty of unraped statues.
Her body is frail but her presence is queen.
I had so invocated her that letters of her name become 
for me divinities to worship.

Black will be the color of our eternal engagement.
The fascinating instart of of her state without glimmer 
possessed me wholly.

She had made up her pale cheek-bones of purple powder and 
Her hair swings in the rhythms of her light touches as a 
snake round its prey.

The dark cloth of her dress falls on her body without 
shapes.
And her skinny hands are adored with long nails like 
threatening claws.
The silent melting of our bodies shoots painfully.
Shroud me will in your morbid body which stinks so nice!