A Winter Dream

In winter we’ll travel in a little pink carriage
                    With cushions of blue.
We’ll be fine. A nest of mad kisses waits
                    In each corner too.

You’ll shut your eyes, not to see, through the glass,
                    Grimacing shadows of evening,
Those snarling monsters, a crowd going past
                    Of black wolves and black demons.

Then you’ll feel your cheek tickled quite hard…
A little kiss, like a maddened spider,
                    Will run over your neck…

And you’ll say: “Catch it!” bowing your head,
– And we’ll take our time finding that creature
– Who travels so far…