My Muse

Im Searching for a term to describe this male muse.

Can only one term even be used?

A source of inspiration, 

matchstick spark of imagination.

I draw into thee,

and you draw out of me,

potential unseen.

The Manet to my Morisot,

secretly inspire,

creative flow.

The Rivera to my Kahlo,

shapes my masterpiece out of a low.

The bow unto my rain,

transforming pain,

into something beautiful.

Some kind of emotional luminol, 

sedating my insecurites,

despite our relational obscurity.

The Ernst to my Carrington,

I rejected you but you carried on.

Now it seems,

that you are mine,

and I am yours,

unintentional creative door-

way.

I am Marina and you my Ulay,

Sylvia Sleigh to Lawrence Alloway.

My contemporary art piece, 

forever a part of me.

Breaking past the inspiritive boundaries.

Like a Brian to my Nan; 

who is this background man?

Narrowing it down to just one word,

it's obsurd.

Its nearly undecidable,

but if I had to choose one,

you'd be indescribable.

There's no way to explain my relation to you,

So the only appropriate term to use,

is my Muse.