Abstract scarf
Spooling the neck
Like the void
Curfewed by a nightingale
A dark peppermint splash
Beauty, eyes, glance, thought
Pummeled by a straight edge
Refusing to be intelligent
A non-negotiable beauty
Somethings are meant to be said
In such a way
~
Like the light,
The last of it, in a room otherwise
Devoid of light
And darkness,
Cheery like a young cheek, yearned
for the door to be closed