Gifts

The bitterness of Christmas Day and New Years Eve
Is long gone. Long forgotten.
Made you a 25 cent call from a downtown payphone
Just to let you hear my voice
You pounced on the moment like a cougar
You pounced and made me fall harder

I bundled myself up in blood red cloaks and scarves
I watched you make the same choice.
And so we went out into the thick blanket of snow
Hoping that the cold would solidify our molten souls
You offered me your left hand, with your right a cigarette
I accepted both with a smile and a shudder
We got to where we'd been heading and collapsed
In a chilling moment of intimacy and desire

But liberation has never tasted so sweet
Behind the blood red cloaks and scarves
The cold had frozen your heart and soul
And now we only acknowledge each other with a wave
Perhaps a brief conversation
And we both know that eventually
We'll forget the payphone, the cougar
The intimacy, the desire, and the sweet collapse.