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gentle
Tact, care, the close awareness
of who is near us in this somewhere
as we think Beauty and observe
one unknown until now, one discovered
by the quiet accident of presence,
the infinitely breakable, the one
who is on our hands as we think Blessed
and turn slowly, a modulation
to the fingers and the sweet lips
which whisper and caress and link
in the careful pose of greeting, welcome
to this enclosure, recognition as the one
who is here and is spoken as we think Beloved.
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