The Seal I

Your fingerprint is
on my forehead
like a stamp - its
crevice-line and
whorl are 
decisive in their
signature of eyes -
is it thus you chastise me
and make me
bare my face in the glass
when I stare there, and see
your seal clear
on my skin, tattooed-in?
You are indelible my
friend, but I don't mind -
your imprint is authentic
and original, designed by
your kindness, your
expectation of
my growth's fruition - 
the mark proves
your finger here impressed
unseen, imprinting
your sacred name.  I gaze in
this mirroring
and on my twin's face
I see you trace your grin.

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