Evening Song

A beckoning blanket of sensual cashmere, warm cardamom, velvety myrrh, Madagascar vanilla bean, and orris root softly infused with a lingering memory of woodsmoke and melted candlewax. "Across the warm room Shared in candlelight, This look beyond shame, Possible now, at night, Goes out to yours. Hidden by day And shaped by fires Grown dead, gone gray, That burned in other rooms I knew Too long ago to mark, It forms again. I look at you Across those fires and the dark." - Weldon Kees Art: Bed Time by Grace Cossington Smith, 1922