origami

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.