I'm soft clay
Your two fingers,
Third and fourth
Are inside me,
Forming me to you.
A cup for you to pour yourself into
and overflow.

A perfect match for you and your desire,
For you, and for your love so great.
For you to drink from and be very satisfied,

For there was nothing ever there, til you formed it in me.
There was nothing. Now, is everything.

-jenn