I am a folded napkin
On your table -
Folded, bent
In half for you
As I look my best
When creased
In two.
Female origami;
A flower that
Can be unpeeled.
Pulling off petals
To reveal:
Does she love me?
Does anybody?
Origami cranes
That spring
On strings
From my ceiling,
Folded by you.
Coloured by kisses;
Lipstick stains.
My skin is now
A paper fan.
Beat my body
Against the
Summer breeze
To keep yourself
Cool.