By Arthur Rimbaud
All winter we’ll wander in a red wagon
With cushions of blue
Nice and warm. With a nest of creepy kisses
Just for us two.
You shut your eyes and won’t look out the window
Where shadows lurk:
Hordes of black wolves and black demons and
Inhabit the dark.
And then in panic suddenly you feel
A little kiss, like a scared spider, crawl
Across your cheek…
You turn to me to help you find the beast,
And of course I promise to do my best,
If it takes all week…