Be My Origami

 
I find equality in the color  
of a murmur, our tesselation
unvaried in repose.
 
You are my love, my kami washi  
as ravishing as  mitsumata under  
the rising sun. 
 
You are perfection in smooth folds  
along gentle curves of the petal. 
Our passion soars, like  subtle
strands  of unryu, over mountains 
that heave, and  through fertile
 valleys 
Your skin, an  exquisite  fabric 
embossed with the symbol 
of forever 

ThIs is where I will stay  
Now, rest with me  in kudsumada
with mulberry and supple
gampi bark 
Eternity waits  
 
You are my love
You are my origami