Around your forehead, surrounded by flowers and berries.
Wander your eyes, precious spheres.
Your cheeks, adorned with brown wine drops, curl up. Your teeth are shining.
Your chest lightened by a zither, bell ringing in your blond arms.
Your heart beats in this belly where two kinds of sex slumber.
Take your way during the night and gently move that thigh, that second thigh, and that leg to the left.

Antique (from the volume "Illuminations", 1872-1876)