All Night,Cold Winds Raged

All night, the cold winds raged;

All night we made love.

I cut some dead branches from the past; you too

Plucked leaves of times gone by.

I emptied my pockets

Off all dried up poems;

You too took out shriveled up letters.

I threw away the stale lines

Of my palms,

You shed all moisture

From your eyelids.

Whatever we found growing

On our bodies

We chopped it

And fed it to the fire.

All night we kept the flames alive

We fuelled the fires of our bodies;

All night we heated a love

Gone cold.