Poem or prayer?

Behind closed shutters,
Who waits?
The presence of the one
You love sleeps,
The wall is like paper,
I feel the cold
coming through..
It just traps the light,
Protecting the owner
from what is outside,
It is the dichotomy,
Of life…
The colors of harmony
Are my favorites –
Turquoise – as the sea
White – as the stars,
And Pink – as the heart,
and my lips which encroach
And wait, for what seems…
Like forever –
To press against you..


~ by Teena Davidson on June 30, 2009.

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