Origami

Sometimes you stare at me.
I am naked 
a sheet of white paper.
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
your needs.
yet you fold me once again
in your eyes
I am origami.