After Judith sewing
How rare is love, to be
Graceful in your sight, gleaming and drawing deep breath.
How much closer, within
All risk of a firmament, stitched up with stars,
Embroidered with silence. And thus
Gathered, discard the blanket, address
This hand that encloses - pulls the finest thread,
Undoes the tiny, trembling clasp of joy.
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