a winter afternoon

eyes that burn with smoke
from fierce memories
of love "gone all to hell"
seek in warm tears
hands that could soothe
the despair of painlessness.
a quiet house
with all things in place
letting in bright sunshine
from its windows
that breaks into crystals
on a glass of cold water
soaks tenderly
the chaotic noise
of a mind in its senses
yearning madness.

winter afternoons
can never be leisurely again.