Origami

What I remember most
are your delicate
fingers

creasing the edges,
folding and turning,
twisting and shaping
the everything of
anything you
touch

into all the different
creatures of
creation

until finally and at last,
I rest warm in your
empathetic palm,

panting and thumping,
dripping with your
immaculate essence.

I am almost as beautiful
and imaginative
as you.

Then,
with your angular jaw
and your intimate lines,
you release me
like a paper sparrow.


Today
in your absence
I am falling…

an unraveled leaflet,
wingless and helpless,
spinning and swirling
to the ground -

your diligent hands,
your careful expression
still folding and creasing

in your omnipotent
heaven.