Prayer Closet

There is a secret staircase I
spiral down, when the front
stairs feel too exposed. In
the darkness of fledgling hours
I retreat. Tracing your love notes
with heart, soul, and mind. Sipping
the earthy tea of you testaments. Conversing
together like old friends. Turning over to you all that
I am.
Allowing sunrise to color in the black and white outline
of your form. Loving because you first loved me.