MY CAT.
Reading edition
Charles Baudelaire.
MY pretty cat to my heart I hold, My heart ever warm to her; Let me look in thine eyes of agate and gold; Thy claws keep sheathed in fur. My finger strokes thy head, and thrills Thy back that arches higher; My touch with quivering rapture fills Thy veins’ electric fire. I dream of my love; her eyes like thine, Profound and cold, sweet cat of mine, My soul like dart-wounds fret. A subtle air, a deadly sweet Breathes round her, and from head to feet Envelopes my brunette.