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.
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Author:
draculazy (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 15th, 2017 04:09
- Category: Love
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Comments2
This is mysterious. The feeling it gives while you read it is pleasant.
I think I may be too young to be reading this one, d! You paint a sensuous picture indeed. Thanks for sharing.
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