Bela Lugosi, Lucille Lund and Boris Karloff in The Black Cat (1934)
Your laughter is light, your caress deep,
Your cold kisses love the harm they do;
Your eyes-blue lotus waves
And the water lilies are less pure than your face..
You flee, a fluid parting,
Your hair falls in gentle tangles;
Your voice-a treacherous tide;
Your arms-supple reeds.
Long river reeds, their embrace
Enlaces, chokes, strangles savagely,
Deep in the waves, an agony
Extinguished in a night drift.
Undine, by Renée Vivien (1877-1909), an openly lesbian French novelist and poet. (via manticoreimaginary)