It was an Origami kind of love.
All folds and creases.
In all the right places.
We were two sheets of paper held together in a honorable pattern of texture, forms and color.
The makers’ hands created our shapes as together as one and formed our timeless art of love.
Hands folding and turning our crisp edges to have us meet all perfectly aligned at certain complex ways.
Flexing ourselves within taut surfaces overlapped with our spirits.
Pleated in all manners to reveal the dynamic and unfolding surfaces of our passions.
The wrinkles of time within us now soon show upon our own fragile, parchment pale faces.
Youthful fantasies have passed us now to favor our own folded and faded desires.
~ an EWK Poe’em ©2015 EWK