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Hand Sight
by Larry Jaffe
I see in your hands
the path to your heart
they shift
with roguish wonder.
I watch
the way your fingers
move in liturgy
praying for unknown
miracles.
While watching
your limbs in their
symbolic motions, I
decided I loved you.
Your extremities
form a delicate
balance to the all of you.
Feeling this harmony
from afar, envisioning
aesthetic commingling
should we encounter
each other.
It is this order of magnitude
I solicit from your
wondering gaze
as if to say
"Ain't life grand
that we could meet
this way?"
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