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.