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
outside..
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..

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~ by Teena Davidson on June 30, 2009.

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