In A Railway Carriage

Rumpled linens and silky woolens warmed by desire and skin musk pillowed in soft white amber with intoxicating lotus flowers, succulent peaches, bergamot, flirtatious freesia, and coy violets. In the winter, we shall travel in a little pink railway carriage With blue cushions. We shall be comfortable. A nest of mad kisses lies in wait In each soft corner. You will close your eyes, so as not to see, through the glass, The evening shadows pulling faces. Those snarling monsters, a population Of black devils and black wolves. Then you'll feel your cheek scratched... A little kiss, like a crazy spider, Will run round your neck... And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head And we'll take a long time to find that creature Which travels a lot... -- Arthur Rimbaud, October 7, 1870 Art: Vintage Deco Illustration, c. 1920s