She is me.

I am her.

She stares with cold hollow eyes,

I return her gaze.

She is me,

And I am her.

She waits.

Submissive.

Resigned.

Composed.

As she ponders my touch.

She is me,

And I am her.

I am malleable.

I change and shift.

Bending at the softest caress.

The lightest brush of finger tips.

Features twist and distort.

She is me.

And I am her.

She holds my gaze.

And I hold hers.

We understand one another.

She is creation.

I am clay.