I can
        wait
As I feel your scalpel
Carve into my marbled flesh
Engravings of love and joy

I can
        listen
As you allow my ears to blossom
With your gentle touch
Marring my thoughts with words of your pain

I can
        imagine
As you serenade me
With tales of the past
And enchant me
With dreams of your future life

I can
        reminisce
Warm afternoons
Inside your studio
Laughing as your hands began sculpting
My clay twin

I can
        cry
As I feel your fingernails
Dig into my soft, gray skin
Longing for my touch

I can
        choke
As I watch your paper lips
Glow as they singe
And combust passionately

I can
        destruct
As you can no longer bear
To see me
In front of you again

I can be
        crumbled
and
        cremated
and
        created again

I can
        shapeshift
For you