You are
A pale peice of pleasantry
Backflips crash-folded
Dismayed at the creases
A woman's origami
Conformed into textured scenery
A fragile beauty betrayed
And unfolded
Dismayed by your creases
Every raw flattened edge
Leather like lines
Character built catastrophe
I'll trace your imperfections
Graciously with my hand.
I have not
The desire to change you
You-
In such glory under my eyelids
Not to be bent
Nor put under glass
To remain
So I can praise your battles
Compare folds and torn corners
Copyright 2004 Mute Serenade
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