Cold and Warm

The branches of the maples along the whole street have gone bare the noon sun is behind thick cloud. Ash-dust has covered the city. A cold wind blows a cold wind, gust after gust. My cheeks and lips have frozen. The shiver of cold runs through my body I tremble ... - It's cold! - You lift my face your eyes two burning embers stay fixed on my eyes; madly, suddenly you take my lips into your mouth open and hot beneath the mask of cold ...