Origami Heart

Your words form the wind

I hide behind my wide fan

Heart folded in half

The sword of your gaze

Begets another bookfold

My fragile fan slain

Now my tiny heart

Beats like a hummingbird's wings

As you turn away

Then I step forward

Heart curled corner to corner

Voice an oblique line

It has wings

It has flame

It will never

Give heed to claim

But for you

It will game

This origami heart

Your heel strikes the ground

My heart rotates a quarter

To avoid the spark

The dart of your grin

Flies true and lands where I wish

My last folds invert

Your chuckle, a lance

Inflates the empty box folds

I am paper yet

Your grace is a dance

Let me twirl alongside you

Float as a lantern

It has strings

It has shame

It will never

Taste of fame

But for you

It will game

This origami heart

#5/7/5 form poem