How should I describe her?

How should I describe us?

We may be written off as demons consumed under carnal desires.

The world may judge us as unscrupulous ills.

From where I see, she is a part of me, a part so close and yet so far. A part or full of me and yet so outside of me.

The world may call her a kept woman – mistress,  but for me she is my shadow.

Yes, she is my shadow.
What else you can call a dark, faceless reflection that follows and leads.

A reflection that would never meet or leave.

A reflection that grounds when the demanding winds try to uproot.

A reflection that makes me a frightening giant for the world who mocks and sees me as adwarf.

A reflection that shrinks me and protects me when the unforgiving enemies cast over my head.

A reflection that keeps my impermanence alive.

How should I describe her?

How should I describe us?

We may be written off as demons consumed under carnal desires.

But we are humans - just humans. For that I know, no evil could never cast a shadow.