IT'S COLD OUTSIDE.

A BOY AND HIS LOVE AND PASSION IN 1965

They've sent
the wrong size windows
my father said
now it will put us

behind on this block
of the building
we'll have to go
the other side

he said
I picked up
his tool bag
and we trudged

through the other
workmen on the various
landings
passed the grumpy

foreman
(whom my father
almost punched
the other day)

and along
the other side
I was thinking
of Marion

my blonde haired
love
who sang
with a band

and was a live-wire
and who had
sang to me
the previous night

Baby It's Cold Outside
in such tones
to send sparks
through my ears

and heart
and veins
and as I sat
and watched her

she swaying her hips
and throwing wide
her arms and hands
I wondered how

she'd be
making love
to me
but I daren't

say or ask
oh
she'd say
as she did

a few weeks before
I can't go to bed
with a man
unless I have

a ring on my finger
and the sound
of wedding bells
in my ears

be like having
a peek at one's
birthday present
before one's birthday

and she giggled
and sang
and I gawked at her
and mused

at the sway
of her hips
and the hot
singing words

from her two
red lips.