A Dream for Winter
In the winter, we will leave in a small pink railway carriage
With blue cushions. We will be comfortable.
A nest of mad kisses lies In each soft corner.
You will close your eyes, in order not to see, through the glass,
The evening shadows making faces.
Those snarling monstrosities, a populace
Of black demons and black wolves.
Then you will feel your cheek scratched…
A little kiss, like a mad spider, Will run around your neck…
And you will say to me: “Get it!” as you bend your neck –
And we will take a long time to find that creature –
Which travels a great deal…
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