You have this potential to be esquisite
Said he
How so?
said she
cocking here head slightly to one side
half smile
left eye slightly narrowed
rendering her face
curious
He said
as yet you are clay
anticipating the scupltor's vision
the canvas blank with anticipation
of the painter's dream
You are art to be
Said he
Oh?
said she
The line of her mouth in half smile
now drawing in upon itself
to reveal introspection
He watched
Her face moved
liquid with thought
He watched
As she came to understand
the desire of the waiting clay
and blank canvas
She came to acceptance
face now languid and smoldering
and she said
"I am ready"
And she became willingness
