La chevelure
My Hair
Louys
He said, "Last night I dreamt
Your hair was round my neck,
I had your hair, like a black necklace,
Around my neck and over my chest.
I stroked it, and it was mine;
And we were joined so for ever,
By the same hair, by mouth to mouth,
Like two laurels that share a single root.
And gradually, it seemed to me,
Our limbs were so entwined
That I became you,
Or that you had come into me like my dream."
When he had finished,
He placed his hands gently on my shoulders
And gave me a look of such sweet tenderness
That I lowered my eyes with a shiver.
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