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 hoursOnly street lights

And the grating of gravel in pedestrian subwaysI 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