Love In Winter

i stamped upon the film of ice, spider web cracks beneath my feet radiated upon the street, never reaching your door. you were deaf and blind to my footfalls, under glass, turning tangerine below premorbid street lamp beams. a third eye, could see indoors, you soft curled upon the warm sofa, a book in one hand, a blood boil of wine in the other. my right hand held my heart, my left pointed up at the stars and my mouth bled vapour and made no cry and love screamed unheard unheeded.