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 days crystal blue!
Sweetly balanced, fly higher
through the whirlwinds wise air
in our mirrored desire,
my sister, swim there
without rest or respite
to my dream paradise!
Lovers Wine
written byCharles Baudelaire
© Charles Baudelaire