From: "mr.austin" 

I found this poem in Baudelaire's _Intimate_Journals_. He didn't 
write it though...but it still rocks...

Phyllis, I dreamed this night, within my chamber showed
As lovely as erstwhile beneath the light of day,
Seeking to give her ghost again to amorous play,
That, like Ixion, I should couple with a cloud.

Her ghost crept in my bed, naked, without a shroud,
And said: 'Dear Damon, back to thee I find my way.
'I am but grown more fair whilst I did darkling stay
'In that grim region  whence at last I am allowed.

'I come to kiss again the handsomest of blades,
I come to die again within thy body's mesh.'
Then, when the image had exacted its full toll,

It said: 'Farewell! And now I go back to the shades.
'Since thou hast boasted oft of having fucked my flesh,
Now canst thou boast of having fucked my soul.'