In winter we’ll travel in a little pink carriage <br />With cushions of blue. <br />We’ll be fine. A nest of mad kisses waits <br />In each corner too. <br /> <br />You’ll shut your eyes, not to see, through the glass, <br />Grimacing shadows of evening, <br />Those snarling monsters, a crowd going past <br />Of black wolves and black demons. <br /> <br />Then you’ll feel your cheek tickled quite hard… <br />A little kiss, like a maddened spider, <br />Will run over your neck… <br /> <br />And you’ll say: “Catch it!” bowing your head, <br />– And we’ll take our time finding that creature <br />– Who travels so far…<br /><br />Arthur Rimbaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-dream/
