|Drawing Hands, 1948 by M. C. Escher|
Quite complex our understandings
of one another and the roles we play.
From my simplicity, you adorn my sleeve.
Smearing a few lines here and there
so you could stretch out before me.
Beautify my bent hand as my pencil
ceases to sketch, for you are the stronger
of us, yet one could not exist without the other.
@ donetta sifford 8-4-2013
Written for: The Mag