you have the potential to be exquisite
said He

how so?
said she
cocking her head slightly to one side
half smile
left eye slightly narrowed
rendering her face
curious

He said
as yet you are clay
anticipating the sculptor'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

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