POETRY - Origami Hearts

The ultimate unknowingness
Of another,
Is no surprise
When we barely know ourselves,
Is no shock,
When questioning motives
Form the motifs
Of our day.

Trust is built on fabric,
Shared exchanges under sheets,
Scent clinging to clothes,
In an ethereal embrace.
The delicate balance,
Of tender hearts,
Like origami boxes,
Of intricate detail,
But compromised strength.

We do not know ourselves
Or what we can do
If placed in the wrong hands.

Peter Davidson 02/02/09