Cold Nights

by Marc Mangel

 

do you remember cold nights

so frigid that the wind

whistled through the swiss cheese

of our bodies

those nights that any touches

burned and melted

ice

longing for those nights

when a glimpse of

love

flies fiery and white cold

across a black sky

those beautiful night

breath forming clouds

melting on

the horizon

slowly

water dropping

crystals

never cracking

always

turning

on

September 1973