She is clay
Unformed
Her potential unimagined
She is formless
Waiting ever in silence
She craves to be brought forward
She desires to become her true form
His hand strong and guided
With passion and care he slowly needs her
His fingers work with peoporse she can not see
He pulls and pinches the clay slowly shaping it
Slowly manipulating it with flow and focus
She emerges a new
Her shape beautiful and sharp
Her eyes open and full of wonder
Defined and strong
Her body a piece of elegant art now shaped to embody
Her mind
Fulfilment and balance
Elegance and grace
He stands back
Admiring the beauty he’s has brought to life
He lifts her form high for all to admire and marvel
His greatest work his muse his masterpiece
Together bounded as one
Both forever changed