There is a gap in the wall 

slim silent slivers of warm air 

escape into this ice cold room 

only my ear seems aware of this tresspassing

the premise of a white room 

empty 

with this girl. 

cross legged 

color pools around her legs 

silk, 

red 

molten sunset.

wrapping itself around her. 

growing like a vine to tree.

fabric finds her curve 

melts to her breath

outside,

the sun sets,

leaching color. 

moon rises. 

The shadows from the peepal tree 

peep and

pry 

into windows 

dusting off the days grime 

inviting curtains to open within. 

The fabric finds form 

slippers find feet 

earning

tangled

in a wooden box 

find skin

Hungry, black finds the brown of her eyes 

red, 

her paler lips. 

breath. 

The day is done 

Its time for the night to begin.