Sometimes you stare at me.
before your beautiful
gaze I am naked and pale.
no more than
a sheet of white paper.

I know you want
to change me.
mold me into
your own creation.

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 crease  my shape.
can you not see.
my flesh is soft and plible
my heart beating with passions
my mind clear and decisive
I crave only your love
your tenderness
to fill your needs.
yet you fold me once again.
the crease leaves a line
across my soul,
In your eyes
I am only origami.