A Dream for Winter

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…