Origami Dream

Could I find you,
Hold you,
Behind you,
Behold you,
In a mirror

Of the second mirror
Where your ringed
Fingers unfold me
Like my origami
Dream within

An opulent dream
Of you denuded from
Your cheongsam,
New emeralds blues;
A star dropping down

Becomes dew on a fern’s
Frond; we travelled far,
Uncovering tattoos of
Kangaroos and atavistic
Disused digeridoos

In a gravitational cave
At the beating start
Of existence, where you
Excavated love, I found
The exquisiteness of you.