Lying between your sheets, I challenge
A watersnake in a swoln cataract
Or a starved lioness among drifts of snow.
Yet dare it out, for after each death grapple,
Each gorgon stare borrowed from very hate,
A childish innocent smile touches your lips,
Your eyelids droop, fearless and careless,
And sleep remoulds the lineaments of love.
– Robert Graves
White amber and pale lavender, frozen labdanum, and vanilla sandalwood.
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