The Cold is not Cold Enough for This. In the twilight night That casts shadows to the day The cold creeps at the October edges of my single pane windows,  And seeps into my cheaply heated home with newspaper insulation It catches my toes, and walks up my white hands and grabs my face and nose The cold grasps firm and goes deep And in the chilly dieing light   I found a picture of you laughing, tucked into a book I was going to give you  Suddenly I am dragged back to the moment when I fell in love with your soft native eyes.  And your freckled cheeks drawn in an eternal smile I loved your black hair and your carefree way The cold is not cold enough for this,  I open a window and the back door.  I finish my drink to the whiskey sharp bottom,  I cast off my blanket and sit as wind comes in. The cold is not yet cold enough  I add ice and ***** to my glass  Hoping for Russian absolution But in the freezing flesh core of my sad meat suit, As the temperature drops to negative numbers   My ****** heart still beats for you And the cold is not cold enough for this.