Love Like Origami

like most encounters, this one starts off simple.
like a blank piece of paper.
over time it has become a beautifully crafted piece of origami.
an artificial swan, perfected by perfect folds.

and sometimes this swan takes to the skies.
coming alive, through our hands.
at this point our breaths synchronize breathless.
embracing as one, where the sun meets the tide.

she is my blue sky.
the clouds act as a painted veil; the art of separation.
but on clear days, her beauty secures my stare.
not letting go until the sun sets.
and even though the darkness keeps her from me (for now).
i know she's there, waiting until morning.

and every time i feel her touch, (the light invading darkness).
i know this swan will never unfold.
for she is mine, our love perfected.
as everlasting as the sound of oceans.