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 streetlights

And the grating of gravel in pedestrian subways

I remember some trees which stood black and naked

Weather-beaten 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