so, last night, at a small cafe in the east village, we started talking about salami.

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SALAMI

‘Your salami’s almost ready,’ she said, and
Turned, and
Gently kissed my cheek.
I looked behind her
And watched the heavy snow as it fell
To quietly smother
The frigid earth.

From outside
I could hear the lonely metallic call
Of the railyard
As it shivered
From across the brown field
Separating us.

Her breath was warm in my ear,
And, somehow, it travelled deeper,
To a place
Which was dark,
And glowed there, filling me,
Until I knew
We would be
Allright.

The salami crackled,
Drawing her,
And a smile,
To bend devotedly,
Over the blue flame
As it flickered
Against our bare walls and
Inside me.