Sometimes you stare at me.
I am naked and empty to you
No more than
a sheet of white paper.

your eyes cut me
like razor blades.
Your white teeth
chew my shapes.
you have all the power.
I am being folded
into the object
you desire.

A deer
a bird
an aeroplane
your deft fingers fold
and create my shape.

can you not see.
my flesh is soft and pliable.
my heart beating with passions
my mind clear and decisive.
That your folds and creases
Leave me in agony?

I crave only your love
your tenderness
your needs and desires.
Only for you.

Yet you fold me once again.
In your hands
I am origami.