Origami

Don’t fold my letters love

The crinkling creases

Opportune opine

And make vagrant fate lines

To wrinkle my passions

Adding strange character

To the lonesome conversations

Before you read; So instead

I’ve brought your favourite scissors

The rusty one that would creak

Its sombre disapproval

Every time we brought its blades together

To make love                  

But by then we had learnt

That scissors better paper better

Than the quaint stains of ink

When it comes to our sort of art

For its consummate ease

To tenderly trace

Each line, shape and letter

And variously spout

Words, images and clatter

Like from a magician’s hat

Making me always

The confetti of your dreams

To fill and set afloat

In the garden of balloons

Where taciturn gravity

Would embrace my element

To whisper gently the translation

Repeating the hope of words long lost

Remembering your existentialist hobby

Of twisting parchments

Into paper boats set sail

Upon stormy rivulets

That soaked in their souls

Disintegrating it to shreds

And swallowing it whole…