The Poet

The Poet

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Warm Front From Behind

I remember the night
that we first met.
It was dark and cold;
windy and wet.

Had my collar clenched up-
tight 'round my neck.
It was late in the winter
and colder than heck

I was stepping down the street,
moving fast, fast , fast.
Shivering like a leaf,
and you walked past.

I swiveled my head;
for a quick glance at your ass
And unbottoned
three buttons on my coat.