By Madison
Date: 22 April 1999

Soundprints

I imagine
your voice as it speaks my name
craving the deluge
of its immutable solace
closing my eyes 
the sound is inhaled 
and issued to places of mind and soul
stored for the winter's cupboard of silence
from each other's sounds
and scents 
and arms
daring to breathe out again
and lose in exhalation 
the overtones and undertones of love.


M Madison
20 April 99
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