Words Drawn

♦ From my book ‘Nothing But The Rain’ ♦

You drew a picture
Of me today,
Surrounded by
The words I tend,

With no surprise,
Each of them
Led back to you,

Your lines, shading
And hue accentuate
The idioms, lexis
And expressions
Of me,

You make I,
Infinite, ongoing,
Tracing the circle
of illustrated us,

What would either be
Without our muse?

© Phen Weston 2014