All night, the cold wind raged

All night, the cold wind 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
of all dried up poems;
you too took out shrivelled 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
and fed it to the fire.

All night we kept the flame alive
we fuelled the fire of our bodies;
all night we heated a love
gone cold.