Insinuating II

from Paul Valéry

Wild and spiteful
as a bee
my lips caress
the burning ear.

I love your frail
astonishment
into which I merge
nought but a lover’s nothing.

What a surprise…
your blood buzzes:
it is I who give
life to the breeze…

Inside your hair
tenderly, spitefully
my soul haunts
what it wants.

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