She rolls the paper
with a kind of ease:
like a silk dress falling
on the eve of her skin;
or the delicate sips
taken from her glass,
delicately held between
curled spread fingers.
Then maybe as tongue
presses to the lining,
it looks as though
rice-paper become lips
her kisses sealing
this tube filament
mantled in her smile,
lighting up the room.
Originally "Rizla Origami", I decided to change the name until I came back to work on it. Just an idea I needed to write down.