My ears listen to you lovingly
until the very end of love.
At the finish my hatreds harken,
my mind figures it’s a weapon
made of paper and tattoo ink.
I’d journey to East Asia and do us
love-making in origami.
Listen to the paper fold finely.
Imagine my ears there,
where the only thing that’s heard
is me disassembling, each time,
every time, at the end of tenderness.
Where hate is nostalgic
finalization of affection.
Sergio A. Ortiz (Featured Poet, August, 2017) is a two-time Pushcart nominee, a six-time Best of the Web nominee, and 2016/17 Best of the Net nominee. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Valparaiso Poetry Review, Loch Raven Review, Drunk Monkeys, Algebra Of Owls, Free State Review, and The Paragon Journal. His chapbook, An Animal Resembling Desire, will be published by Finishing Line Press. He is currently working on his first full-length collection of poems, Elephant Graveyard.
Origami Spring folded and photographed by Jason 7825.