Imprint

The recital has become habitual

The uttered greater than the material

Drawn from my vestibule to your auricle

My mouth is your ear; your ear, my domicile

Where I curl up in, closing my eyes to sing

Needing to inhale, breathing you deeply in

Needing to imprint you deep into my skin

-2013.01.11

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