Sometimes when
you stare at me.
I feel naked
and made of clay.

Just a sheet of white paper.
your eyes cut me
like razor blades.
Your white teeth
chew my shapes.

you have all the powers
I am being folded
into the object
you desire.
A deer
a bird
a building.

your deft fingers fold
and cease my shape.
can you not see me.
Can you not feel me.

my flesh is
soft and pliable
my heart beating
wildly with passions.
Like a captive bird
held in your hand.

My mind clear and decisive
I crave only your love,
your tenderness,
to please your needs.

yet you fold
me once again
firmly sharpening
each crease.
In your eyes
I am just
origami.