I fold in on myself Like the wadded origami designs I could never fold quite right Layer upon intricate layer, receding Into a crumpled relic sheathed in dust patina Taking up space, a relic to my past
I surrender to your guiding hands As you carefully unfold and gently press my form Unfolding myself to you The desire for new edges Shapes us – Convening at the crux Our vertices press into transformations And I fold into you, unfurling concurrently.