Porn Piece Or The Scars Of Cold Kisses

I remember walking,

one side of town to the other Alone one night in January...

or February It's like in an old movie from some other land It lasted for hours Only streelights And the grating of gravel in pedestrian subways I remember some trees which stood black and naked Weatherbeaten hollows of snow With sparse lumps of ice,

Been scraped off by the wind alone And on the stairs before I left One of the girls had surprisingly given me a kiss Stung in the cold long after