In Origami Folds

In origami folds, she lies tranquil
Her serene gaze languorous
Against a backdrop of blossom

Delicate buds blanket her world
The only creases, the mark of man
Her skin, soft parchment uninked by time
Mathematical angles balance supple limbs
Her barefoot curves curling back
To walk lightly on a tissue sky

In time she will unbend and reform
Stand as a white-faced willow
A silken flower to grace the karyukai