Impressions
Your mouth opens
wide, waiting, goldfish-like.
If I am too slow with clasp and hook, you howl—
Bless the Lord for clothes with easy access!
Your lower lip flips
smartly, suckling with soft sighs, content.
We settle in, leaving each enriched—
The curve of your ear imprinted on my arm.
Mother and Child1886
Auguste Renoir
oil on canvas
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